There is little left, as if all the snow
has melted, all the birds unwinged,
fallen angels, lovers lost in agony,
their song is echoed by the water
now that keeps on pouring in my
home land, o, there is little left, a
treetop reaching out, six thousand
rings that lead to this, o, there is
little left, all has melted, lovers lost.
What are we looking for, since what we
hope to find has always been at heart.
There is a seagull gliding proudly on
the breeze, waving, calling but we keep
on turning our own wheel of fortune.
How then could we stumble on a hidden
treasure if what we hope to find has always
been at heart? We have forgotten how its
beating was a steady compass even during
stormy weather. We have forgotten how
its silent drum never once let us down.
How could we not but tenderly accept
its offering? What are we hiding from?
Is it our fear to be discovered, to be
left uncovered by the wings of Love?
Then what we’re looking for is not our
heart’s desire, but only heart’s disease,
and to be cured we need to listen to the
seagull’s call. When we are looking for
that hidden treasure then the map is
here, we wrote it on the breeze, waving,
calling, gliding proudly, easily.
(picture taken @ Biarritz, France, Atlantic Ocean)
Some smoke is dancing in the snow,
it makes me think of You, my Love,
some smoke is dancing in the snow,
there are no leaves and trees are naked,
O my Love, some smoke is dancing
with the snow, is there a message
then for me, are You inviting me, O,
so graciously, so graciously, I hear
Your voice, it hasn’t melted yet,
O Lord, my Lord of Frost, shall You
then keep Her here, before my Love
has melted, melted by some smoke,
here, dancing in the snow.
ANTILLIA SCHOOL CHARTER
Find the Silence In Your Father’s Words
Go With Passion, Motherly
Consume The Neverending, The Flaming Fire 0f Your Heart
Burn Desire With A Golden Touch
Walk With Wind And Carrying Clouds
Dance With Words And Not To Speak
Change With Seasons In Eternity
Build A Home 0n Water Drown In Tears
Fly With Wings, Never Descend, Still Walk On Earth
Watch The Sunrise 0f Your Innate Being
LAUGH, TO LOVE, NEVER TO LEAVE
image: F. Vercnocke
origin/etymology of “Antillia”