Writing to Connect
Sometimes I believe sadness really likes me
Where I go it follows closely
When I smile it wakes me up
When I cry it flows abundantly and freely
When I leave it is the first to greet me
Sometimes I believe it’s value goes beyond me
That our planet needs my tears to survive
Do the oceans not go empty without them?
Sometimes I believe they are my contribution to life
As long as you and I keep speeding
On that long and lonely road
We will never ever manage
To get rid of our pressing load
We will get lost in darker failure
Digging us deeper into the mud
Ending up burried in our tears only
To get sicker in our gut
We better wait for one another
Open our ears this time for real
If it took two to cause the damage
It also takes two to forgive and heal
How many boys did you say were abused by priests again
Three thousand in France alone?
The eyes of these children are blurred with tears
Their wholeness and integrity seemingly gone
Life can be shortened by that much pain
Such humiliation blows out your flame
Emotions of this size power you down
Smash your body hard and flat to the ground
These boys’ scars are everywhere
Floating through space while doing them harm
As for decades they were telling lies to themselves
That whatever they did, they did wrong
That what happened to them, was their own stupid fault
That they deserved being treated like that
How can they ever forget or forgive or move on
When they are caught in a bag like a cat
Their confusion keeps growing as they hide away
In introversy, misunderstandment and shame
They loose the feeling in their head, arms and legs
As the panic in their body inflates
They wander around in cold nights with no home
May get sick and let go of their hope
Their eyes may get blind to the worth of their life
And some in the end may give up
So please tell them now, before it’s too late
That each tear that they shed makes them strong
If nobody else, they can be kind to themselves
And trust that they did nothing wrong
A sharing life of joyfulness, gratitude and love
I was never meant to argue
About what is happening outside
I better clear the mess inside
And search diligently for my light
On this path I may find signals
That lead me to my inner me
That’s when I can finally start creating
From where I was always meant to be
Being in each and every moment
Only a tiny part of who we really are
Makes us unique
Reveals seemingly deep rooted differences between us
Constructs inter-dependence
And confusion
I can not know you
Nor your time or space
You can not know me
Nor the route I take
It makes us both aware
That the unifying balance
That is life at any moment
Can only be found
In trustworthy togetherness
Ik verdwijn in die stem
Op zoek naar mijn ziel
Verlies ik me
En waar ik ook ga
Ben ik nergens
Tegenover elke ander
Is geen plaats voor mij
In ieders bijzijn
Vervaag ik
Alleen in de diepte van de poëzie
Waar Don schildert met woorden
Zoals Vincent schildert met kleuren
Vind ik mezelf weer terug
I rise and stretch my arms up in the sky
Each finger touching the sun
I receive fresh rainwater upon my face
And relate to my common sense
Purifying my speach I invent new words
And liberate my molded mind
I eliminate the opposite pairs that keep us apart
Black and white, right and wrong from my brain
I free my thoughts from empty power games
Re-tap into my intuition and breathe
I reclaim the route that leads to my heart
And enter my sacred space
There I stop
Feel the earth
Close my eyes and ears
And finally
Think for myself
I do not hold any truth
But mine
I bow my head in humility
And thank
Searching for words
To name my deepest feelings
I hit a resistant wall of doubts
They block my inner channels
And make my fluids stick
I grab a broom
Fill a bucket with water
And scrubb my body
From the inside out
Scraping off the panic
Getting rid of my uncertainty
Clearing my meridians from fear
I work myself to sweat
To get open access
To my mind, my body and my soul
I let go of those sensations
And refill my system
With only confidence and trust