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Moonlight Healing For The Wounded Heart

This visual is my interpretation of a very vivid inner image a dear friend of mine once had. She is exceptionally good at getting into the state of consciousness between wake and sleep, seeing many meaningful images. She’s kind of a priestess. In this scene she went deep into a forest that was brimming with feminine energy to meet a goddess and other prominent women-mother figures. The goddess helped her to bring her wounded heart into the moonlight. She told me she felt healed by the gentle light. She sat there with the other women all night, guarding the heart. I was struck by the story and decided to visualize my interpretation of it. Here you can find the full poem....

Lady in Red

The Artist Is Coming

. I am preparing the way. Nobody knows the ethereal being That guides itself into existence There is so much coming Through this narrow moment in time, Through this still narrow mind of mine The Artist is coming. I close my eyes in silent reverence, Calling the great spirits of the future Inviting the great spirits to participate In the creation of a human vessel That can hold the wisdom of the spirits, And their strength, and their visions. Guide me with your wisdom, And let us be full of future. The Artist is coming. My earthbound brothers and I Are facing fearful odds, Our time is done, When our minds are closed off To the Eros of the future. Future is in the imagination, And the free roaming mind, And the open-heartedness And the intuitive inner vision, And the healing of the mind-womb In which the spirits of the future are born into this world. The Artist is coming. I am prepare the way, and know That I’m not alone. The spirits are with me. Full of promise, I can almost see their...

Oceanic Love

. Love, As peaceful as a silent ocean. Vast and all-embracing. To be held in the womb of love: Not a stir, Senses reaching far and deep, Silence nourishing the soul. All motion dissolves as the Sight appears. Floating on the breath of life. Frightening but holy is this Silence. Timeless foundation to the bewildering Word, That sings us all into being. ....

Valentine Rose

A month after ‘the spark’ between me and my new love (for valentine's day) I created this visual to express my in-loveness. It was 2 weeks earlier that I had written the poem that is incorporated into the visual, named ‘A promise finds it fulfillment’. You can read it at the bottom of this page. When the idea came to me to create this, I immediately knew I wanted to have red on dark blue, because of the intensity of the colors. This comes very close to the intensity I felt then. In the background there’s a text I wrote a month before 'the spark' about intimate relationships and the (transcendent) promise that attracts me towards it. I called it a kind of holy communion, when people can get so close to one another and overcome all the challenges involved in doing so. I read it to her. She resonated with it,...

De mooiste gesprekken

. Ik wil de mooiste gesprekken voeren Ik wil geen buitenstaander zijn Ik wil spelen Laat me spelen, Laat me, Fuck off, Laat me met rust verdomme. Ik heb ruimte nodig om mijzelf te voelen Hou me vast, Alsjeblieft, Ik heb een moeder nodig Ik heb warmte nodig De warmte van het paradijs. Een herinnering aan schoonheid Om aan vast te houden, Zo gevoelig voor schoonheid Zo gevoelig Ik ben een gevoelige man. Mag dat? Ik wil een kunstenaar zijn, Nee meer dan dat, een schepper, een magiër...

Playful passion

. Butterfly kisses find their way To the lucky ones, today It’s me. A beautiful blond is sitting on my lap Only 3 months ago our hearts met The playful fire still burns, bright As our eyes when they meet. We’re in love and sensual as satin. So soft our lips touch, barely, Intensely exploring each other’s Otherness. ‘Having fun’ we call this. Astonished I behold this woman Blessed with her soft touch Her gentleness and radiant spirit, And the sassy way she wakes The roaring untamed bull inside of me, Beneath many layers of sophistication. There’s a raw masculine force in the depths Of my prehistoric nature, That wants to take her, conquer her, Own her, Fuck her, Have it’s way with her. She is playing a 2-million years old instrument that is my body, With her hands, her glances and the way she fires A seductive arrow with her voice. Who takes who? You might ask, When this virtuoso play evokes fiery pleasure in her own body, And a growing Growing desire, To be Taken. ‘Having fun’ we call this. The beauty and...

Moonlight

. Deep in the forest Of feminine wisdom The goddess appeared to energize me For strength is needed to serve The moon was with us And in its silver light I offered my heart To be cleansed and purified. Cross-legged we kept watch over my naked heart White light on black wounds My fragility laid bare In the womb of the forest All night we witnessed That even the darkest parts can heal. ....

Place to hide

. In the tent At the center of the garden In a half-lid space, you’ll find A child That needs love To know that he’s okay In all his vulnerability Fragility Without his cloaks of poetry And masks of mastery Just naked potentiality In need of love to grow. It is in this place That I hide when I feel exposed Too much, Unprotected by the visage Of masculine strength and control. This is where I hide, See me stand, naked, Shivering and scared, So needing to curl up Into the all-embracing warmth and beauty of feminine openness To feel carried by the comfort That I didn’t learn to give myself at the core. That I am, Good enough, The way I am. ....

Please enter

. I said yes, A word of power, Letting you wonder through my poetic garden That no foot has entered but mine. Carefully crafted light-filled flowers Open as you stroll past They smile so lovingly at your sight For they recognize in you A common nature, A common face through which The light flows with great ease They express a soundless ‘Yes, Please let her enter, The inner place..’ Yes, A word of power Commanded only By true beauty. ....