When the days ahead are misty

When the days ahead are misty,

No birds, no sun, no horizon,

Only pasturing clouds blocking

The shimmering view,

When the nights expand their hours

Like an endless starless sea

And your heart feels like a mellow sunset

Farewelling its summertime quest,

Remember your soul is the captain

Immune to the darkness ahead.

A world that matches the soul

Some say I am lost in a dream,

in a world that does not exist.

But they are wrong. It does exist.

In the deep forests, the vast lakes,

the sparkle of the sea,

the blossoming of a wildflower.

They sit in their glass and steel offices

and laugh at me, calling me a child.

But one day, when life forces them to see,

really see through their eternal eyes

and not the cultured mind,

they will not laugh any longer.

For I believe that a world that matches the soul

is not a dream, but the real world.

The world that was always meant to thrive

before humanity learned to close their eyes

and call reality a dream.

The world needs you!

The world needs you, more than you need the world! Claim your light, embrace the warmth, give yourself confidence to step forward! Stay centered and grounded in your core and shine calmly, but steadily so as not to be too soon burned down by the inner drama of your emotions. You truly can make a difference! You are a creator of spiritual and creative abundance! Be innovative and follow your own path when it comes to career and purpose. Be an advocate for your principles and don’t let fear come in your way. Know when you are right and have the courage to never back down when you are called upon to claim your personal power. There is immense beauty in bravery!

Angels can’t love

I walk into the shop I’ve been to many times before.

But now I am someone else.

I see them in there.

Those who come from the past.

They look different.

They see me.

Eyes opening wide.

They see me.

They see that I am beautiful.

More beautiful than before.

They walk over to me.

They want to be close to me.

Arms reaching for me.

That is when I see him.

Something passes between us.

A movement.

But he is not the one to protect me

when the war comes.

When the machine guns come.

Someone else steps in front of me.

I wait for death.

But it doesn’t come.

I see him again.

He is kneeling down.

Someone points a gun at me.

I start crying.

Wings slowly grow

from his shoulder blades.

The soldiers smile and nod their heads.

“Finally,” they say.

“That is what it took.”

They lay down their guns.

I am still crying.

I am safe.

But I am not loved.

Angels can’t love humans.

Not the way we need to be loved.

Exclusively. Exceptionally.

As though we were the only one

needing to be loved

by them.

*This is actually a dream I had while sleeping.

Dive! Explore! Soar!

Within you there is ability without limitations, an abundance of creativity and talent. And all it takes for you to manifest this is for you to pursue the things that make you happy! Believe in yourself! Have confidence in that fact that it is your passions, the things you love, that will lead you to your divine life purpose if you just let yourself soar, diving into the depth of who you are and sharing that essence with likeminded people. Loving yourself means giving yourself a chance to explore all that you are and having faith in the fact you have something extraordinarily valuable and unique to share with the world. For that is your true purpose in life. Dive! Explore! Soar!

Trust yourself

When your heart is open to be guided by the soul, the part of you that belongs to eternity, you can be assured that you are doing exactly what you are supposed to do. Everything will fall into place as long as you notice and follow the small signs that occur on a daily basis. Train yourself to keep your focus intact so that you truly see them. You might find that new ideas and ways of dealing with life may suddenly pop into your head. Follow these ideas. If you do, your life will move in the right direction; towards harmony and balance. You already have everything you need inside of yourself. Trust yourself.

Loss

He reached for the light in the window,

you said, and went on his way onwards.

It made you pray, it made you cry,

it made you think onwards.

When it was you turn I felt you

walk through me.

I was sitting by the sea like always,

and there was no emptiness.

You simply walked into the light

onwards where I could still

reach you.

It was your time to reach for the light,

like him that went before you.

Him that you loved,

him that you prayed for.

I cried, of course, but there was no

emptiness.

You didn’t walk away from me,

you walked through me

and the light-tracks you left in me

remained like sparks reminding me

of how much you loved me,

how much you still love me

from somewhere

onwards.

The Mystic’s Dream

A mystic dives into the clear

summer sea through garlands

of seaweed he sees

a navel of eels

spiraling upwards.

He pauses his crafty strokes

and ponders the meaning of this.

The sun flashes through his

humming ears and sharks

pull at his sorcerer’s cape.

A word immerses his thoughts

and the pit is pulled from

underneath.

He drowns with the hungry

sharks until there is no more

of his mind to eat,

and is left to circumnavigate

the sun from the surface

under the deep,

reflecting the movements

of the upward swimming

eels.