Expanding warmth inside the chest, as well an urgent need to rest, both signs and confirmation of a challenge as well creation achieved, as well enjoyed, which kept the body quite employed. As ‘hot wheels’ need time to cool we’d advice jump in your pool.

No mind ever thought by itself: what’s the next problem here to delve? For she’s no more than just a tool, it depends on who does steer here: is it a fool or a wise one, leading this ‘old goat’? Whose only goal is to eat, till bloat gives a sign it is time to pause, and follow its own natural laws… Which means, just eat till time to rest, for she knows no other: simply does her best. Mind is no ruler anymore: another perspective has taken over, so another fresh directive lead

Slowly grounding in dark soil, which knows to guide, shall never spoila single ingredient, of which all together form such a rich and fertile living fundament, of all that grows in this experiment, – we would call all events on earth – together, now provoking birth of so much fresh as well unknown, which on our in-and outside shall be shown.

Uncountable numbers of tides ripen the pearl. Till then she hides within and slumbers. The waters polish her , and bring forth this tender being, who grows in silent heeding. The work is done in ease and grace, the waves all had a natural pace.

LIGHT gives an answer that re-acts always with LOVE; which is a fact with profound re-calibration, for all who need new validation: on whose vibration lowered a level. So natural at times: no evil has a grip on her, nevermore, once this Light lights up another shore, with blue wide skies and soft green valleys, living along with like-minded allies. Such a true and fine existence, here for all with this Light substance, and empty minds: no thoughts at all, for sorrow is a forg

Appearing on so many levels, all play the goodies and the devils; for none excluded or dismissed. We all know being beggar as well enriched. Forgetting this – rebirthing Life – (where most play rounds as man and wife), gives us all a broad perspective on all sides of the collective.

Ik neem het bos zo anders waar alsof ik haar niet zie maar “scan” In de verte roept een dunne den; het gaat allang niet goed met haar. De stompen van de moederbomen kreunen zachtjes tijdens het dromen, wat zij nog aan de aarde geven is weer goed voor al het leven. Het doet zeer ook om te weten dat hun rechten zijn vergeten, in het tijdperk waarin wij nu gaan bepaalt “homo Economicus’ het bestaan. Het is voor nu een schrale troost te weten dat wie zijn vuilnis loo

Achter mijn oogleden komen ONTELBAAR veel prachtige nachtige dieren langsgegleden. Onvoorstelbaar mooi en soepel, alle vormen van de regenboog vallen langzaam door een koepel; een stier met vleugels en ook watzijnhet?-fanten, salamanders met 1 oog, maar wel 100 staarten! leeuwen ook , met wijde veren zweven langzaam door de boog. Ben ik, zoals ze zonder licht daar zo zachtjes zweven, op de bodem van een oceaan?? Geen kleuren hier slechts zwart en grijs, elegant

This “Gathering of Four” is a message from the Other shore, who knows no rules but one; Nature’s Laws can’t be undone, and show as well the inevitable conclusion, that ecological hierarchy is an illusion. We are all one huge vibrating web: not one will miss the evolutionary step, for all are interwoven in this tapestry, which we humans call our destiny, or – if seen from another place– as our fate, which holds a mind’s conclusion of “too late “.