P O E M S
To all the people that have loved me,
To all the people that have taught me,
To that friend who supported me when I needed it the most,
To that other friend who I created a chapter with that we have now closed,
To that stranger who pointed me the path to an unknown direction,
To that girl who offered me a different perception,
To that boy who only showed me halfway,
And to those who stay...
To you who made me realize
And to me who took your advice
To them who showed me how to walk, while every one else runs
To everyone who played a role in my life,
small or big ones....
I thank each one of you. For being my teacher in your own way of being.
Take the path of bravery
Walk the road of hope
Move with the curve of grieve
Climb the hill of fear
Face the edge of the cliff of anxiety
Don’t avoid the bumpiness of nostalgia
And the steepness of adoration
They are the directions to happiness
How 1 object, 1 story, 1 person can be realized in thousand different ways.
How 1 truth can have 1000 different shapes.
See it as a sculptured diamond.
And we, as individuals, can define, reshape and create the worth of that 1 diamond.
For me, I define the diamond as a formed stone.
For her the stone can be seen as a solid form of the element carbon. For him, this diamond is the path to richness, wealth and glory.
For you it can be portrayed as strength, love and an instrument of magic.
The truth and reason of this diamond’s existence will always differ. There is not just 1 truth.
There is never just 1 reason nor 1 reality.
You create your own reality.
As long as you respect everyone else’s.
Stay open minded for the other perspective, maybe even learn from it. Use the diamond to its full capacity, by recognizing all of her various shapes.
I will try not to look at this diamond, point at her and assume it is just a stone.
I want to refine her and let her do its justice, by seeing her in its full grace...
Whenever there are times you feel lost, powerless, weakened, sad or out of place…. Take a look around you. See what is there.
If you look at the right direction, you see the tall trees who have faced the toughest storms.
You see the far-reaching ocean, who conquered the mightiest threats.
You see the ground beneath your feet, still holding strong after facing changes the last billions of years.
You see the sun, or the moon and stars, who have never stopped glimmering their light, even once.
All you have to do, is realize, that no matter what you are going through, you will overcome this.
You will overcome what you faced in the past, what you are facing now and what you will be facing in the future.
Keep on standing tall like those trees.
Keep on moving harmoniously like the ocean.
Keep on being strong with your feet on this ground.
And never,…. never stop sparkling like these millions of stars.
Some blink less, some might be further away, but they will always be seen one day.
We ARE the same beings of light. Don’t let darkness turn you in to your shadow.
Don't let time stand still in these uncertain times!
Enjoy the breeze of autumn, appreciate the last sun beams and watch the leaves turn from green, to red, to brown!
The sensation of feeling alive by just a breeze through your hair
The sun caressing your face as a sign of hope
This intense gratitude when capturing a breathtaking view once again
The silence that comforts your thoughts
Or the melody of a chirping bird that brings you back to reality
The understanding of the beauty of mortality when appreciating nature’s choreography
These seconds of being fully connected with your environment and all it offers
This full awareness of present time
The sudden spark that lights up your whole body, when realizing what a life you live
That spark that encourages you
That inspires you
That indescribable spark within...
She didn't want to just feel the grass,
Her bare feet kissing the surface,
Running with her yellow dress,
The blades of green en yellow between her toes,
Her arms and fingers spread,
Then laying her body on the ground as it felt like time froze,
As she didn't just want to just feel the grass,
She wanted to become the soil instead.
She didn't want to just hear the bird when it sings,
She wanted to create their melody,
Be their muse,
As she imagined having her own pair of wings,
Flying away with her yellow dress,
Her arms and wings spread,
The sensation of this presence but still the nostalgia of her past...
She didn't want to just hear the bird when it sings,
She wanted to become one of them instead.
She wanted to be hold by nature,
And while she listened very closely, she heard,
The sound of the wind whispering encouraging words,
Breathing in the air,
With the smell of wet grass on a foggy morning,
She just couldn't help but stare
To the calming current of the lake,
The sunbeams trying to find their way through the trees,
Inner peace is what she wants to awake,
She wanted to be hold by nature.