Wednesday, October 28, 2009

In the mirror


"In the mirror"

Boats, rivers floating, green, deep
Stones...white in grey...grey in black
Sunshine. Breathtaking impression.
Eagles fly...sounds emerge...one step closer

Climbing to the top, nestling in this
Joking, floating...helping hand...smiles
Faces...lots of faces...kind, unknown, glimpses

Open your eyes, close them...far reach
Of heaven sake. Bouncing mountains
Rising and falling...smells of goats
Dance on the rocks...where can I see

The light? In your eyes? In a mirror?

° ° °

This is a kind of impression already from
south of France - Hammeau de Buis. I wrote
it maybe two weeks ago. For the rest I am
slowly feeling comfortable here, still I have to
watch out with too much meditation and too
little food, but somehow it is ok and I really like
to walk with goats, which I did today. Most interesting
are people but somehow there is so much of them
that it is a bit difficult to focus and go a bit deeper,
nonetheless Thy will be done, so it has to happen
anyway :)


love & Light


Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Being on the childeren farm

hello :)


I gave up idea of typing all my poetry
here, it is just too much work, so it will
be ocasionally when I feel that it is something
really special or whatever...

Here is internet link to the place where I
stay now:

http://www.la-ferme-des-enfants.com/

I am learning the work and more importantly,
childeren and parents. This week I have schedule
so it is easier for me to plan a bit my time, not
that I am big fun of planning, but it is good to
know what is my responsibility here and what
is optional.

This place is not strictly spiritual, but many
spiritual people are here, so that is not bad.
I mean this in a sense of focus, because in other
meaning every place cn be spiritual. I had short
meditation this morning, it was good. In my
weekly schedule I walk with goats three times
and in this time frame I can be much alone,
sit in meditation, sing holy songs, do some
yoga ect. I even once tried dancing, but this
was too funny for goats and they refused to
eat, they looked at me with wonder and surprise.

After that event I gave up dancing with goats :)

Today is raining but most days is here sunny,
close by is wonderful river in which I swam
already twice or perhaps three times. So, the
combination is: beautiful nature, childeren which
are educated in alternative way - Montessori
way, farm and nice, eco people.

I had some bad dreams few times, didnt know
what was the case but my guess was combination
of too much computer nd not enought food, but
also maybe sometimes too much food :)

It seems that food is great here and it is easy
to overeat. I still feel that there is too much
people for my taste and I have to find my own
space, nonetheless once you know this place
a bit better it is possible.

What I am exactly doing so far? Well - milking
goats, walking with goats, feeding chickens,
feeding pigs, walking with two ponies, some
of those activities are with kids, some are not.
Then three times in week we have workshops
with childeren, today we were painting/drawing,
other days - gardening, ponies, compost, until
not that's it. That is official part, the other part -
talking with people and feeling their energy,
learning french, searching for other possibilities,
places, playing piano (one of the favorites, piano
is really good here :), writing poetry, writing to
my Mom, drawing, singing, joking...yes, I miss
a bit dancing but here now it is not so easy, for
me it is difficult to dance without music. Maybe
when I will start some workshops with childeren
it will be possible...

Coming to inner body - it is deepening the same
way, I still feel it harder and kind of dark on the
left arm, but it is like water passing or drops
falling into cup, suddenly it is full and you dont
know when it has happened. So, invisible, slow
process is very gentle and very powerful in the
end.

Resently I met very nice woman who is for
already 10 years working with Vietnamese
master Thin Thah Than or something like
this - probably you know, the one who started
"Plume Village" not far from Bordoux...

For today this are the news from France -
Hameau des Buis, Ardeche, not far from
Vallence.


take Care

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Embrace

More poems, well, I want to type all
this into the website, so that it is not
lost and also there is possibility of sharing.


"Embrace"

Embrace me with your quality
Embrace me with your solitude
Embrace me with your lightness

And there is no time to say it right
And no time to make it just

Justification, coleration, memory zones
Do you want to listen? Do you want to play?

Embrace me with thy tenderness
Embrace me with thy flowerness
Until now will be forever
Until time will be whatever...

Embrace me with thy mystery
Until the leaves fall apart
Until the summer is about to pass
Until you hear the sacred dust

Be a melody, be a reverie
Be a dream I once new

Be the seen and the seing

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Peu etre

Today I will type some more poems which are
still waiting in my notebooks to be shared,
they were written few months ago, still - it
is quite fresh:

"Peu etre"

Peu etre, this and the rest
Retrospection, reframed by divissions
Sublime surfacing, satisfaction granted

One and the other, holding each other
In solitude, in density, in darkness
Drown down to the bottom of that lake
Blue lake, blue deep

Deeper then sorrow, deeper then rain
Down the hollow, down the grain
Secondary perturbation, human nation

Visionary sparkling of space-continum
Solving the resolving of solutions
Sacred cording, coordination beyond the doubts
Frictions of eclipse

Furtermore then expected, ballons
Belly dance, tango, tangerines and...
And what? What is surprising?

Passage of time? Timeless past?
Particles and the dust? Decorations?
Masquerades? Mellow melodies?
Mutual connections? Rejections? Tears?
Turbulence, tranquility, inwardness?

Be it the same, be it the game
Grand in grace, graceful in space
A real Mother calling from the depths
Of love.

Love.

No more to say.


"Why not?"

Lines infinite, small, curled, frequent
Sounds of morning, mist reborn
Birds, collisions, sunrise, coldness

Each moment being itself
Your face, your eyes, your hair
Your smile in the garden
Flowers, orange, blue, saphire, crimson
Seeds of sacred union in the void of silence

In the space of road passage
Swinging, swaying, sweetly felt
Fresh, young, divine, destined to arise

Drops again, watery smell, waste of time
How old is the sound? How old is this and that?
Just scratching, just..

Head, heart, bones, legs...diverse
Started to move...gather together
In the name of one. One colour
One taste, one dream, one memory

Why not?

Monday, October 05, 2009

The Song

"The Song"


Butterflies wake up in the mist
I am restless to meet them
Between the self suficient solace
And dancing wind of change

I like to travel to the heart of I
Where the clouds of blue
Become the gold
Storms turn into sweet rain
Dissolving the pain of an lifetimes.

Come closer, let me see you
Again as the truth, radiance and the jazz
That is something to pass
On and on infinitely
Until the love is filled
With smiles and flies.

Belonging to the fresh grass
It just grows as some people say
So, say it again and play thy game.

Play it! Play it with all your heart
In multitude of sound and ambiance
In graceful deliverance

Run into the lords of silence
Where the dance is plenty
And stillness sublime

Just increadible dream...


"Evening quiet"


Dim night and the stars. I saw your face
Oceans, moon, whispering voice.
Little light...some quiet purple.

Clouds, whitespread into the future
Watering our hearts...watering
More and more

Until it is filled with...
Eyes of joy, green leaves
Infinite finity
Words which cant speak

Evening quiet...quiet song
Sharing of something. Something...
Sweet, serene, sacred.

Inner into outer, no boundaries
Sky full of diamonds
Full of meaning...gazing
On itself...kindly
Without discription

Without distinction...empty
Red leaves, roses, reminiscence of...
Dark herbs...frameless...fearless

Free...to be, almost fractal
Silence and the lips
Yellow stones and the kiss

Traveling forward in no-motion
Expressing simple emotions
Being awake...being born...being.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Cross

"Cross"

Wide spread. Very wide indeed.
And in reality. Forests, fields of yellow.
Meeting with broom and brave.

Night...sounds, echoing the drawing.
Surplus quietude, pulsating solitude.
Lovely and sweet...so close to the...

Moving unmovingly. Points, more of them.
Like a net. Infinitely fine.
Orange and purple and the rest.
Peaceful quest. Queitly shimmering.
Shocking by its own innocence. Fresh,
Like freedom just discovered. Evening
In the garden. Granted the place. Nothing
To please. Just the...

Hiss. More words...they dance to escape
The pen. No need to simulate. Sound of silence.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Jouney to France again

hi Friends :)


I thought that maybe hitch-hiking to France
will take two days maximum but in reality from
Gent it took me four days to get there, it was
quite hard and I had to kind of fight to keep
going, twice I was sleeping in the tent close
to gas station and last night very nice man -
Claude has invited me to his house in Lyon
for sleep and food.

Anyhow I have made it to small eco-village
in the south of France, first impression was
of beauty and insecurity at the same time, because
I didnt got reply from them about my coming
and possibilities here. I trusted the words of
my friend Johan and the work we did with
Alina - decision based on the feeling in the body
by somebody else - part of Hellinger methode.

She said, it feels like flowers, so I trusted the
flowers. I can already feel the warmth of climate
here, thats realy different then in Belgium and
the beauty of nature is much more apparent.

When it comes to inner body the process is going
on, last night probably because of stress I didnt
sleep well, but this morning I took warm shower
and could quite rest while walking and more
sleeping. So, I guess slowly I am accomodating to
new environment and this morning important
event was when I played piano, my pain body
was opening and tears came...

There is many ways to heal, some are just by
being surendered with beauty, some are even
not to be expected, not to be known beforehand.

I will write one more poem here, this one was
written still in other part of France when I was
working with Dina:

"Child"

Beauty and the sea, streaming
Waves pulsating with vibrancy of...
Seaguls dripping the feathers of...
Drops of salt melting in the sun

Dance again your eagle
Dissolve the solutions into...
Far reach of heavens smoke

Forgive the past, realease the last
Transfigure the love of...

Enjoy the doubt, green fields of...
Be empty and filled with...
Something closer to the heart
Sorunder between the worlds

Of darkness and the plums
Criss-cross the caress...swim
Instant recognition, instant being

Wind at the sea, modulations
Gentleness and the light
Nestling in between the love-lines

Short-cut the borders to the
Outmost ourageous sublimation of
Peace...points and pottery of life
Be the self, you are nonetheless
Some place, some time, always

Dreams and the colosal ambition
Of nothing to see, nothing to become
Just this and this again
Like waves, like sea gulfs
Like ocean, serenity of wordless

Conversation. Seen, seing, singing
Quietude of lifetimes, breath of foremost
Forgotten finality...

Greater, bigger, kinder...
A child.