Silent Songs

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I know that oceans are,
(let’s keep in touch)
I know that oceans are,
I know,
that’s how I know you know me,
I know,
although we never touched,
no hands, no waving,
no murmur soft
in passing by,
only with eyes,
singing silent songs
but even then I know,
I know you know me
There is a sun to greet and
in these nights, when all have
gone to sleep, we are awake,
singing silent songs
that’s how we keep in touch
that’s how I know you know me,
I feel your breath hovering
around a crescent moon,
those clouds can’t hardly
cover all our longing,
paradise,
and in the meantime,
I know you know me,
I know you knew me then,
as waves left free on beaches
to linger for a while,
singing silent songs
and then the sand,
the pebbled shore,
it testifies of longing,
the hunger taken in
and shared,
I know you know me
I know you won’t forget
I keep on walking beaches,
to linger for a while,
singing silent songs
that’s how we keep in touch
I know that oceans are
(let’s keep in touch)
I know that oceans are

image: Praia de Mira, Portugal, July 2013

Whales

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The Whales are crying out,
O ~ the flocks, the flocks of
seagulls gather, while high
above the clouds are darkening
The Whales are crying out,
it is the rain and not the Sun
that’s driving them away from
their homeland in the Deep Blue
Sea
The Whales are crying out,
their songs echo the craving for
that  long forgotten  melody
from Stars only to dream about.
The whales are crying out
while I am walking all those
beaches that mingled with the
blood of ages, and I freeze
[O tune, O healing tune I need You]
The Whales are crying out,
but faintly through their pain,
they know one silent sunray
shall suffice to lit their eye,
remebrance of a distant echo,
that distant murmur of horizons dear
the echo of the Promised Land
that Paradise where all in tune
are One
Listen, Listen: that’s why
the Whales are crying out.

(img via The Garden Of Eaden.com)

Magic

 

I feel there is some magic in the air
and it is looking for a home and
crying out, and all I have to do is
let it in and open up, O yes I know
I have the key to welcome this new
life, the rhythm of my heart beating
with Yours when we embrace and
dance, so now I shall surrender to
the music of Your soul and opening
the door I’ll give You room to breathe.

ANTILLIA School Project

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 🙂