In the still, dew-filled morning we climbed
Bushes, teasing butterflies,
Hidden pathways, elusive waterfalls
Gorges, falling rocks
Higher we go, higher and higher
To the edge.
When we arrive
Sun on our faces
Moss under our feet
A wonderous sight.
We know we must return
Knowing it was worth the climb
We know we never left …
The searching had no end so far
Always ongoing and intense
And with it came the old old pain
which every find revealed
When finding came in that dark night
And searching found her home
Compassion poured from finding’s eyes
With tenderness and tears
Clear Love was firmly standing there
No more disguised as form;
The wanting left you in the end
And you found who you are
How does it feel inside of you when you lie to someone you love very much?
Sometimes we believe things that don’t feel good inside of us.
We believe that the situation should be different than it is.
We believe that we should have done things differently in our life.
We believe that we want to be with somebody else than the one we are with right now.
We believe that our children should love us.
We believe that we have to do something to get love.
We believe that we should get love from somebody else.
We believe that we are not worthy to receive love.
Does this feel inside of you as if you are lying to someone you love?
When you believe these statements you are lying to someone you love so dearly: YOU.
When you ever want to meet me
Come with your naked soul
Let innocence be your wardrobe
Walk with me in your pain
And tell me all your stories
Ask anything you want
I’ve carried you now this far
And never ever left you
Your birth took place in me
And so your death will too
And at the end of all the stories
You are and you are me
Stillness came upon the last night
All questions were asked
All answers were found in you
All drops returned to the water
The last bread eaten
Stars at the sky
The wind to bed
The moon half hidden
And in the infinite space
Between the stars
you found
You
Sometimes it happens that Grace touches you. And suddenly you feel something pouring out of you. You call it joy, love, happiness, being in love. When the time is right, this flow can not be stopped anymore. Maybe it is a little less sometimes, but it keeps flowing.
When the time is not right, when your thought structure is too dense, the flow will stop. So it seems. Deep inside of you the stream will go on, steadily, ongoing.
You feel that as not being at ease, confusion, not knowing anything for sure anymore, wanting to return back to old patterns and habits, isolation and pain.
This flow, this stream inside of you is like lava in a volcano. Streams of lava that want to come out, cannot be stopped by you, no matter how hard you try. The more dense the wall of defense, the higher the pressure on the wall….
And, when the time and the circumstances are right, it happens. A look, a word, a gesture lets the volcano explode and the flow bursts out into the open.
Scared to death, so innocent and with immense freedom, you look at yourself in utmost wonder. You stand, walk your first steps and you begin your journey. With arms wide open and Grace as your heart, you embrace all the people.
Lifeforms, forms of life, that is what we call everything that is alive. What is being alive?
Every form you perceive in any way, is alive, so we think. The animal, the human, the flower, the stone, the thought, the emotion. How do you know that it is alive?
Is a dead tree dead? Is the wind dead when it is not blowing? Is the sun dead when it is not shining? Is the wave dead when the water is smooth like a mirror? Is a human dead when it has died?
We can not define life or define death. Where else do they exist, than in our mind, in our thinking? We think of life as good and of death as bad, as we think we know it.
The dead tree provides food, life, to billions of other organisms. Dead bodies are abundantly filled with other tiny little bodies. Dead flowers are food for new flowers.
Forms come and forms go. No form exists independently from all other forms. In that sense, every form is empty: empty of an individual, personal existence. In that sense, every form is full: full of the interconnectiveness with all other forms.
No form will live forever. At a given time the circumstances are that the form appears: the wave, the flower, the human, the thought, the emotion. And at a given time the circumstances are that the form disappears. In eternal movement.
Was there ever anything born? Did anything ever die? Or does it appear in the space that you are. And does it disappear out of the space that you are.
And could it be that the space that You are, is Life itself … … ?
Dying thousand deaths
Fearing everything
And on a beautiful morning
In the silent dew on the grass
Me greeted me for the first time
and I knew at once Who she was …
Walking through the dripping forest, abandonned by people, I walked my way. Raindrops on my hair, silent noice of rain falling upon the leaves, putting one foot in front of the other and some old friends payed me a visit.
The forestpath was filled with thoughts, old familiar thoughts, from long ago, my old familiar friends.
“I am not good enough”, kissed me tenderly and disappeared into the rain.
“It is not there for me”, came to me, with hesitation, looked at me, a little shy and dissolved in the wind.
“Nobody loves me”, looked at me, so penetrative, lovingly; she was with me for so many years. It was hard for her to go. Slowly she turned around, looked upon me for the last time and merged with the air.
I stood and saw them go, tears in my eyes. They were so familiar to me; they had given me so much. It was time for them to go. Silence came upon me. I put down my backpack and sat on the moss. One by one they passed, the people who helped me say goodbye to these old friends. Deep gratitude came over me for them, who helped me and still do.
At home, dry clothes, tea, woodstove on, I still feel the gentleness of the rain, the forestpath and the forest. The forest that is my home, that cherishes me, gives me my answers. The forest that is there, unmovable. The forest that I am.
When you are freed from the identification with your past, your past will leave you alone
When you are freed from the identification with your thoughts, your thoughts leave you alone
When you are freed from your identification with your emotions, your emotions leave you alone
When you are freed from your identification with you, you leave You alone.
Wonderwalk 