Category: poetry
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the plunge
Deep dreams, reflections of the emotions you experience during the day.Fleeting, sometimes dark or unsettling.About letting go, processing, and fears.Narrow alleys and flowing water.The dream in which you fly, swimming through the blue sky, untouched by all the hardships in your life.The chase, least of all.Rising again, most of all.Time and again,the relief. Photo: Jeroen…
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fear is the mind killer
It is that nervous feeling deep in your gut. The wind rocks the landscape, insects hum softly, and I half-close my eyes—the trembling light, the promise of what is yet to come. Photo: Jeroen Nils Vermaning © E n i s ∞ r song: Voor Alles – Wende Olympus OM-D E-M10 II Panasonic Leica 25mm…
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Convenience to spirit
Everything is for sale: convenience, status, or sustainability. Spirituality, however, is free, although even that can give you a feeling of imprisonment. Photo: Jeroen Nils Vermaning © E n i s ∞ r song: The Wise Man’s Song – Cinder Well
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i’m the ocean
It is often your carefree spirit that is lost along the journey; yet restraining your potential is the forfeiture of inner wealth. Photo: Jeroen Nils Vermaning © E n i s ∞ r song: I’m The Ocean – Neil Young I’m the giant undertow
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hope
I hope nature receives enough rain; otherwise, it feels as though creativity itself is drying up. Photo: Jeroen Nils Vermaning © E n i s ∞ r song: Got Some – Pearl Jam A praying angel beside a dry water tap reminds us that even heaven waits for humanity to care for nature.
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causality
The wind in my heart,The dust in my head,The wind in my heart comes todrive them away, drive them away Photo: Jeroen Nils Vermaning © E n i s ∞ r song: Listening Wind – Talking Heads
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drift deep
Beneath still water, unseen,a jellyfish drifts between—soft as feeling, clear yet deep,holding secrets we all keep. Its tender tentacles lightly sting,like truths our hidden emotions bring. Photo: Jeroen Nils Vermaning © E n i s ∞ r song: This Is the Thing – Fink
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color me in
With eyes closed or wide open,there are colors and shifting forms—streaks of light, subtle vibrations.In every cell, in every thought,I am endlessly confinedwithin this cage I call a body. © E n i s ∞ r song: My Body Is A Cage (Oxford London Temple Version) – Peter Gabriel Life will hurt you: so hurt…
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the sound of silence
It is not up to me to shorten “the course of things.”I would say: “let it grow.” There are people who do not understand it.In silence, let it be. That is inner strength without judgment. © E n i s ∞ r song: The Sound of Silence – Nouela
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endless
Days dissolved into weeks, weeks into months, months into years—a gentle, pulsing practice of patience…or an endless waiting to belong. © E n i s ∞ r song: Spiegel im Spiegel – Arvo Pärt
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self protection
Like a lost, rusty bicycle without a soul, and you decide to continue on foot alone.What you leave behind grows smaller over time. © E n i s ∞ r song: Mercy Street – Elbow It is usually our shortcomings that we embrace because they are easier to accept.
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the late bloomers
Timid, cautious, and somewhat shy,we let the quiet years pass by.Not because there is no other way,but ripening demands a longer stay. We are the late bloomers in a field,where early flowers have had their yield.Among the withered forget-me-nots,stand blushing Marys and quiet Scotts. In a world grown brittle, dry, and old,their vibrant colors yet…
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sea of light
I sway along in a wave of light,bending like reeds.I breathe, I shine—it is not the sun that guides me. It is my world that confines me,quiet and unseen,more oftenthan I allow myself to shine. © E n i s ∞ r song: Deadman’s Ballad – Steve Jansen (feat. David Sylvian & Joan Wasser)
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nostalgia
My past has begun to resemble a musty thrift store.And if you read between the lines,The melancholy and fading glory are easy to find.There’s always something marked by it—It is yellowed paper that was once shining white. © E n i s ∞ r song: Nostalgia – David Sylvian
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portal
Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be;Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. poem by:…