Beestjes Herfst & Sneeuw 2012
Blad aan de bomen op Sint Martijn, dan zal het een strenge winter zijn.
Donkere lucht op Sint Martijn, dan zal het een zachte winter zijn.
Is de lucht op Sint Martijn helder, dan dringt de vorst in menig kelder.
“I cannot tell you any spiritual truth that deep within you don’t know already.
All I can do is remind you of what you have forgotten.”
The lone tree stands
The wind howls
Winter has come
All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk
Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near, I’ve got to find out why?
Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh.
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment’s gone
All my dreams Pass before my eyes with curiosity
The flowers are fading, the trees getting bare,
And thin frosty vapours are chilling the air,
For nature is losing her mantle of green,
And now in a rusty-brown robe may be seen.
Red, orange, yellow
Green, blue, indigo- violet
Mystic vision arcs
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule —
From a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime,
Out of Space — out of Time.
“For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.”
I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die.
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.
“The long war closing in defeat–
Defeat serenely borne,–
Thy midnight rest may still be sweet,
And break in glorious morn!”