Poetry In Motion
Power Of Flow
WombEnclosed I roam from star to star, I travel endlessly, I whisper and my breath unfolds behind me as a vale, a shooting star, a comet on its way and growing, growing with each lightyear passing by, O yes, there is much pleasure in this roaming , it is creation of a Master Plan and still this roaming is continuing, and when from time to time I reach the boundaries of my confinement, I feel a sudden shiver, as if some unseen hand is there to push me back, or could it be the vale behind that keeps on coming back, I wonder. So here I am, inside and out, no matter how the journey goes, there always will be worlds to enter and others then to leave behind, the roaming will continue , on and on, no ending, no beginning, so is the roaming in the Womb of Being, the cavern of His Master’s Plan.
Listen To The Music
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Categorie archief: Coincidences
Wij willen aan de wereld draaien, meester van de schepping zijn,
wolken mennen, zaaien, oogsten, golven temmen, wij willen op
het water lopen, maken, rennen, horizonten drinken, oceanen
bouwen, wij willen ademen en maaien, graaien, laaien, zwelgen
tot de laatste snik, wij willen niet verzadigen maar gulzig scheppen,
wij willen zweven tussen sterren en niet beven, nee niet beven, leven
willen wij, reiken naar de overkant en bruggen bouwen over alle
tranen heen, kan ik verdergaan?
Wij willen aan de wereld draaien, dood versagen, hunkeren, niet
luisteren naar de stemmen van de nacht, wij willen hemel zijn,
tronen , zon en maan zijn, het heen en weer gaan van getijden,
stempels drukken in de verste hoeken, tot ver voorbij kometen,
binnendringen in atomen, volgen, leiden, zal ik verdergaan?
Wij willen aan de wereld draaien, de aarde willen wij aan onze voeten,
wij willen zijn de vleugelslag eroverheen, wij willen wind zijn waarmee
wij dan varen, over en door alle stormen heen en nooit versagen,
alle zeilen bij, wij willen moeder zijn en vader, zoon en dochter,
mensenkind, medestander, tegenstander, overwinnen en op alle vragen
antwoord vinden, zelfs voor de spiegel willen wij niet wijken,
nooit bezwijken, wil ik verdergaan, of vul jij nog aan, verder willen
foto: zonsopgang, Dordogne, augustus 2012
August 2012, Dordogne/Périgord France, cradle of Cro Magnon, River Côle
This Summer of 2012 I finally made a dream come true, a dream I cherished more than 30 years ago (1979) when I started my ‘professional’ life as a secondary school teacher (see “Aboutman“): creating my own school. In August we start with a first “course”/ workshop which also is a holiday on “COINCIDENCE / SYNCHRONICITY / TOEVAL”. We do this at a beautiful & powerful location in Dordogne/Périgord, France from August 3rd to August 10th 2012. Always welcome!
For more info (e.g. on the name of the school), other courses, workshops, holidays etc just go to: ANTILLIA
We hope to welcome you, as a student, as a teacher or as just YOU in the TIME to come
What happens when the snow has melted?
The undercovered now returns to light,
my eyes have to adjust and for a moment now
it seems as if the world becomes a darker place,
it is returning to the homeland without feeling
home, as if it were another one who has now
occupied the ground, the landlord long forgotten
and his name not welcome anymore, though
everything is still in place, there is an uninhabited
emptiness not leaving any room for memories,
it feels as an awakening to new beginnings,
the only company old tools to start reboot.
What happens when the snow has melted?
Tell me the truth, uncover then discover how
everything what at first sight lay hidden, now
is adjusted and waiting for your memory
to get stored, so focus right, become new light,
be the blueprint that the snow has melted.
img > our Firetable
What about synchronicity? The root of the word carries the ancient Greek equivalent for ‘together’ (συν – sun) and ‘time’ (χρονοσ – chronos, referring to the mythological Titan Kronos, who ate his children, or the ancient Greek god Chronos). And where did the Greek get it from? Tracing the origin and meaning of words is tracing the origin of man, of life, of the universe. And at a certain point man had to fill in the space “beyond the words”. Classical texts dealing with that space often start with: “in the beginning”. Those texts are a result of an oral tradition that took centuries to become finally written down. The texts themselves are then a new starting point of a written tradition, resulting in man trying to decipher its origins…: nihil nove sub sole.
Carl Jung coined the word synchronicity to describe “temporally coincident occurrences of acausal events, an acausal connecting principle. Plainly put, it is the experience of having two (or more) things happen coincidentally in a manner that is meaningful to the person or persons experiencing them, where that meaning suggests an underlying pattern”.
But synchronicity, coincidence, happenstance, hazard, seriality, serendipity, (good or bad) luck, fortune, what ever you call it, what all these words have in common is the feeling of resonance. One is suddenly struck. It is an instant process of fine-tuning, as if one tries to find the right tone with a tuning-fork and suddenly hears no more difference between the fork and the instrument. It strikes like lightning, instantly. Heart and soul, body and mind, past, present and future become part of the same universal orchestra. One song, in key.
This song to some can sound familiar, heavenly and be a confirmation. Others feel terrified or just use another key. But: all are touched by the melody. No one is indifferent. How come? Can one become more “in tune”? What about “the space beyond words? What about the beginning…?
For man, it all started some nine months before his birth: conception, the perfect resonance. If everything on that particular moment hadn’t been in tune, how would you have been able to read this, how would you have been able to BE? That moment certainly is beyond words indeed. Even when you read this, creation is still at work, in you, in everything. As it always has been, and will. So, there is no need to worry about the origins. The origin always is at hand. In you. Now.
However, since birth man learned how to adapt in order to communicate, to survive, leaving the space beyond the words, leaving his home. The melody became a far away and distant sound. Not easy to sing if you can’t remember the song. Slowly, almost imperceptibly he drifted away, but deep inside he felt the longing. And then, once and a while, lightning struck, thunder roared: resonance came in. Remembrance surfaced in a split second. Does this mean man has to live his life in a permanent thunderstorm? Of course not. On the contrary. That sudden wakeup call just reminds him of his home. And the more he feels “at home”, the more the longing will disappear, the more he will become in tune. Thunder and lightning will then only be thunder and lightning. Integrating those wakeup calls, leads to a fulfilling, peaceful life, anchored in this very moment. This process of integrating in fact is no more than drawing water from one’s own well. And that’s where it all began, didn’t it?
A helpful tool in the process of fine-tuning and resonance is the I Ching, the ancient Chinese Book of Changes, a great tool, using “the poetry of coincidence”. A beautiful methaphor is described in the Buddhist story of Indra’s Net:
“Far away in the heavenly abode of the great God Indra, there is a wonderful net which has been hung by some cunning artificer in such a manner that it stretches out indefinitely in all directions, in accordance with the extravagant tastes of deities. The artificer has hung a single glittering jewel at the net’s every node, and since the net itself is indefinite in dimension, the jewels are indefinite in number. There hang the jewels, glittering like stars of the first magnitude. A wonderful sight to behold. If we now arbitrarily select one of these jewels for inspection and look closely at it, we discover that in its polished surface there are reflected all the other jewels in the net, infinite in number. Not only that, but each of the jewels reflected in this one jewel is also reflecting all the other jewels, so that the process of reflection is infinite.”
(Thu-Shun 600 BC)
Although these texts speak to us from a very distant past, they both are an interesting description of the communication tool we use today as our favourite worldwide toy: the inter-net. Whether this toy is used the way it was described thousands of years ago is another question…
A poem read on the way to Santiago de Compostella in the company of two love birds
Yes, I must confess again: I like to float in,
float on water, a surface somewhere in
between a mountain high and river deep,
this floating then becoming ship at the horizon,
I drink deep, the more the getting there
the less I see, the more consumed the more
your Light is piercing, one single Moon beam
in the darkest night, a golden touch to warm up
icy water, O Yes, I must confess again I like to float
in, float on water somewhere in between,
a yesterday embracing time, a you, a me, and I