Apprentice and scholar

I am the eternal student

Who then is my master

Forever I am your pupil

Who then are my teachers

They, that lift my self (1).

(1) The Original Dutch version has another ending; "They, that know no self".

© 2016-03-31

Dreams and delusions

Caught in a dream of books

Looking for my Elly 1) who knows

Of pain but not of giving up

Just like the two lovers, soft

Yet single-minded, when they entered

The sanctuary of my battered, but perfect, dream

Only then she will accept my hand

When I scathingly command

The utter denial of this world

And like raided by God’s wrath

It comes to me as a rage with a meaning

And so forever lingers thus my creative wonderment.

1) Here you may also read Kadihja, Ruth or Maria or any other loving woman pure of heart.

Focus on infinity

Chosen is none

What is then the value of doing good

Out of fear of punishment

So merely do the right thing
Solely out of love

For a white night

And a black day

Are like my soul

Is as my glance

That oversees

Nothing without love

That is why I love you, poets and prophets,

For he is greater than the whole
And nothing without us all

I wrote my brother

Did I go and look for him
Nay, He has called me to him

Without him there is nothing
With him is all
In the nothingness too he is
-knowing this-
I now am no longer alone  

By choosing him

I choose me
By choosing the Beloved
I choose you too
Is there then a choice you ask
Yes there is, but for me just One

Who is the soul of God

And where do I find him
On a cross?

At your feet Yeshua, at your feet....

The little * ones or the Konya riddles, part 1.

* 
Is a raindrop capable to start an oasis?

** 
We learned nothing of that life therefore Gabriel spake to the descendant
Alas Ali too was misunderstood and his life was threatened
How many messengers must I send, how many lives yet to bear

*** 
Bye my pretty girl I love you like my dearest brother

For you are too good and too beautiful to ever be my sister
You gave life to my desert and were like a net to catch my fall

**** 
From Jesus to Buddha and back to You

Buddha rested against a tree and used its roots as an armchair
Jesus cursed a tree to barrenness and died on the wood

*****
I don’t want to die cross

I don’t understand why
I am at all so angry
Do you?

****** 
While a heart beats
To pump blood
And the body dysfunctions
Or lights on other fluid
Of what then consists the lifeblood? (1)

(1)    My soul.

One Two One Two

I went a long, long road

The last couple of years lasted
Longer than the previous years.

I was therefore able to learn more

About myself and others and from others
More than possibly ever before.

I do not look back in spite or pride

No reason to, there never has been

The past has come at ease and so have I.

There is simply the now and what I know

Point of departure for a future back to God

Hand in hand with my neighbour and thereof first and dearest yours.

A child of God.

He 1) stands alone in the shadow                                              Rejected

Facing the animosity of the mob                                               He shivers

He limps and his face is covered with blood                             And seeks

He longs for a shelter                                                                A home

Who could foretell a new blood wedding                                  In this century

In the history book, will not be mentioned                                 His name

Not a celebrity no, but a                                                             Victim

Not named in the propaganda articles                                       In the newspapers

He is no news, not important                                                     A showdown

But to me he is                                                                          So important

My brother my sister my father my mother                                Are you

For you I suffer with him and all the children suffer                   For me

I know that he is soft, sweet and deadly                                    Wounded

I can sense it as if I were him, briefly him                                  I am

And I shall remember him and if not for me                               Myself

Then I breathe still and whisper Your name                              And live for Him



1) Instead of he/him one can also read she/her of course.

© 2016-03-06

The wonder of miracles....and common sense

We live in an era in which we need  – more than ever – miracles

They – the miracles and the miracle workers – seem further away than ever
Then pray to the source, from whatever tradition you are, and ask again for miracles. 

And should you choose
Not to believe in miracles
Then pray for common sense.

Seven. 7. The Verse Came In Seven Stanza's.

Seven steps in the present
Unaware and unloved
I fly away to below

Seven three and via seven

That numerical unevenness
I crawl up to the white light

Seven vortices I miss still

To go straight and stand up
Lame I look back at Bethlehem

Seven times in a row my flight
From the past and back to plight
And even the moon-priest smiles at me

Sevens are indivisible
Other than by the days in this life
And my Creator too is himself and ever One

Seven true loves in this life
At the end there are yet three withered
And the priest of the sun knows which four blossom

Seven chapters and seven pedestals
And some of those sevens have simply fallen off
But these four stand proud: Father, father, Beloved and beloved