Tagarchief: paradise

Beware

Marilyn speaks:

“Be welcome but beware, there is some
hidden malware in the air, like as
the smell of unknown flowers, easily
to be attracted to, mysterious in their
uncovered nakedness, the closer to
the dawn, the deeper darkness sings,
the more this tune is penetrating,
the more shall be the suffocating,
beware, beware, and when the call
is near remember:  be welcome but
be still, be as a newly born, grown in
the warmth of paradise, nourish your
hunger as a mother, not as a bee, be
welcome but beware, there is only
one song to share, and if in any doubt
whether to follow or step out, return,
escape, escape, before the door behind
is closing, and choose for the familiar
smell, the doubtless one, the only one
which purpose is to make you breathe,
and be is as you were meant to be.”

Word

“In the beginning was the Word…” 
John, 1, 1
“When you see ‘the abomination that causes
desolation’ standing where it does not belong
– let the reader understand- flee to the mountains.”
Mark, 13, 14
                             

                                
Some words are leaves, they grow, they whither,
then they fall to merge with soil only to feed
again what by some long forgotten wind was
destined at first sight to vanish and never to
return,
some words are mountain winds, they
travel, they vaporize
and merge with clouds,
and when the oceans call,
they become rain
to feed the rolling waves that
with a mighty
roar deliver treasure to the waiting
reapers on
forgotten shores, some words are
tears, they
flow, they testify, they merge with
silence only
to feed the hunger of a deeper
craving, they are
the vessels of forgotten fleets
that in forgotten
ports wait for the wingmen to
return their due,
some words are windows opening, while others
then are closing doors, 
some are the swords
which
on forgotten battlefields are left, their
shimmering blades
making the rising sun turn
red, but most of all,
whatever they may be,
all words eventually shall by 
The Writer be
reclaimed and then each one of them
shall have
to take the stand, each one of them
shall be
confronted with the verdict of its Maker,
stripped from all  meaning, naked, eye to Eye,
as well remembered  as forgotten ones are heard,
and Paradise shall be the reward for those  believing
in the final revelation of
 the Promised Word.

(picture: I Ching > “Change”)

Calling

I hear a calling
and instantly
my mind
is like a river
fed with clouds
hastening to the sea
and
O my heart
is beating fast and
through my veins
the water flows
when suddenly
a faint,
yet gentle drum
is playing
a familiar melody
so it’s upstream
I turn my little boat
to finally come home
and recognize
the paradise
I was born into

Prayer of the Lost and Found

As I am walking in this world of words
sometimes I keep forgetting how once
– inspired- I was returning home when
suddenly You spoke and down the hill
You came in shining white, Your music
as from heaven sent was all around,
and how it told me to have patience
O I remember how my heart was filled
with joy I hardly couldn’t wait and now
while looking in Your eyes I feel a touch
of paradise I finally have found an answer
beyond words.

(picture taken @ Banneux Sanctuary, Belgium)

To all

To all with ears: they hear,
to all with eyes: they see.
Let’s not be blind to all
what’s written and to all
that flows, wherever you
may go you leave something
behind, so is the memory
the mirror of the mind
and with each footstep
there is more to tell,
o yes: wherever you may
go you leave something
behind.
To all with heart, to all
with love: they shall inherit
paradise, wait not, moments
are wings, and to a dying
day they are as intimate as
to your lips a kiss, so then:
fly high above the setting
sun, and rise above the oceans,
open, breathe deep, drink, and
be, for in the end remember:
to all with ears they’ll hear,
to all with eyes they’ll see.

(picture taken @ Kallo, Belgium)