the hum of love

Maybe we can move

both intentional and unintentional

by simply stating who we are

the definition itself radiating

that what we feel and embody

always telling all

Even without words 

enough can be shared

to build bridges,

mend bruises

fix problems

to sail the seven seas

When we start to remember

that we are more then

the sum of our parts

more then our body

more then our minds

more then the clubs we belong to

That the center of us is our hearts

and that of others too

then there is no need to explain

no need for science play

no room for debates

just the connection

the holding of hand

the caressing of hearts

the soothing of us

A tone of silence

a hum of love

a pulse of life

love spreading

like ever before

around and in us

a galaxy filled with

the booming vibration of all

Instead of thinking about it

Feel it inside of you

Look within and around

It is all the same

Have you noticed?

Can you hear it pulsing in your ears

drumming in your heart?

all is well

Talking is deleted

Words transform

faster then I can think them

I sense images

and feel sounds

whirling around

like a school of fish,

condensing the sea of being.

I can stand there and

hear the loudness of it.

Bearing the weight of them all

Yet I wait

and accept them in.

Capital letters tumble through me

some fart on exit.

Others simply leave quietly.

All is well in the world.

eyeopener

You are the sun that shines your own self

upon this earth.

Whether you shine or whether you darken that light is your choice alone

Do not blame others for keeping their light as you deflect what is theirs.

they are their own minds

they are their own hearts

They can not make you feel better if you

do not wish this for yourself.

Standing alone is not being weak - It's embracing that which you are yourself.

It's tying your own shoe laces

It's practicing your own stride.

You can strut your stuff,

But do it for you

Don't expect a serenade from others.

As you will find

you do not need it

You have your own light

you hold your own heart

and that's where you will find joy again.

See differently

and you will understand

You have had all you needed already

all along. 

Be at peace. Others then will be at peace with you.

instead

Instead of having to live a life

of pretense

of performing

of needing anything

Instead.

I like to run my own time

Be my own man

Be my own woman.

Instead

I like to serenade the night skies

watch possums fly overhead

and be still again. And wonder.

Instead.

Of eating a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich

I will drink a green smoothie

Instead of sadness I'll have joy.

Instead of required compliance

I'll have enough to go on

No people no noise

No crowd no talks

I'll be just me.

Instead.

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Poem for a dear friend of mine.

Nature of the beast

My mums latest poetry album has been presented to the world yesterday afternoon in the most wonderful Zoo of Europe, Dierenpark Emmen, in Emmen, the Netherlands. There were also about 30 poetry writers assembled, in the housing part that hosts the butterflies, to witness the moment. Mum handed the first book to the director of the Zoo, mrs Mieke Malda who gave a speech.

Congrats mum to being the most wonderful mum in the world (to me anyway) and to your poetic genius! I'm looking forward to holding the book in my hands once it arives in the post. If you're in Holland, be sure to order the book, it's bound to be wonderful and 'animating'. Go mum go!

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Poetry

De adem
Spreekt de stem
Het woord wordt
Vervloeing
Geboren worden
In samenzang
Eigenheid
Van bestaan

(translated from Dutch:)

Breath
Speaks the voice.
Word becomes
Fluid.
Being born
In togetherness of song
Unique
In existence

How the moment takes me: writing

Several people have asked me lately: how do you write your blogs and WHEN? Well I tend to write most of it before work (early birds catch the worms) or when ever I get the chance, say late afternoon. The last few weeks I haven't written that much as work's been busy. I usually select one of my earlier inspirations out of my word document when I come into work every day and pop them in the blog. Find a cool picture and voila! It's that simple.

I can write hours on end if I have the vibes. (This is in the weekends) It’s funny and scary. I just type what comes into my head. Just like that. Then I read it again and go; gee whiz that’s quite clever. Who wrote that? It wasn’t me I just typed it you know… or was it? Basically I found it doesn't matter as the topic of what I write about is more important then who wrote it. Sometimes I have finished a piece and go: wow that's cool. Did I type that? I can laugh about it. I write for the sake of writing, not because I want to achieve something. That makes it better I think.

I don’t often have to re edit myself. I pre edit while things come into my blond macaroni whizzing ammunition of a contemplating blob of a brain. Gorgeous stuff sometimes.
Also: headings. Hilarious. All sorts pop up like hotwired muffins. Exploding popsicles. Burping Yodas. You get the idea.

What do you think of:
Push biking intercourse
Blotty friend
Poetic mongrels
Bird paint
Squashed sky

Nope, I have NO idea where that came from. I told you I write as I go.
Still, you have to admit, it’s funny. Oh come on. Just a little bit!

The art of Words

My mother writes professional poetry (http://www.waaier.com/index.php). She’s been doing this for years and has published her own books, about 8 by now. She has spread her wings and is travelling nationally to read from her work and she holds annual poetry meetings where members camp out, swap stories, build friendships and have a lot of fun. Inspiration and igniting people’s minds is what she gets a real kick out of.

What’s between the words can be truly inspiring. She has passed on her wordy genes to me and I am very grateful. Both my parents are talented and I think it’s fabulous when people go after what they believe in and explore the boundaries of their being. Mum is bringing out a new poetry book next month that contains work of 25 poetry writers from Belgium and The Netherlands. Go mum! Humble me did the graphic design for the cover and I suggested the title as well which she has taken to heart; the Nature of the Beast (the theme being animals). Yes, there’s a lot to be said for words…

I like supporting others in their endeavors. I do not believe in competition but joining forces. I believe in sharing and bringing out hidden talents in others. Seeing something or someone grow is a fabulous sight. Do not give up on your dreams or ideas. Move boldly forward. If you don’t, who else will? We all have to start somewhere. Do your bit, sing your song, do your dance.

“They say the writing is on the wall
But I am reading between the lines.”