Sunday, 22 January 2023

The Way Back Home


"The Way Back Home"

 



"The Way Back Home" contains 111 poems and is the third 

book with poems from the path to Spiritual Awakening. 

These poems should be understood with one's heart 

rather than one's mind. 

They are not as dark and strange as they might sound 

if you  listen with your heart. 

The poems are sometimes written as a conversation 

between  the small self and the big Self.






To have a peek in the book or to purchase the book, go to:







Here are some poems from the book.




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I’m making tiny pictures,

on a canvas that is bigger than anyone 

can ever imagine.

My tiny pictures seem to get lost in the divine, 

chaotic masterpiece,

but still, the masterpiece wouldn’t be whole

without me and my tiny pictures.





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Fragmented memories,

lost or not lost are holding me back. 

But aren’t they just memories?

What am I?

Not a memory.

Small tiny memories not quite remembered,

are keeping me bound to this world. 

Why do they come up now?

I was so near, everything was so calm. 

Everything was so clear.

And now I’m up in the mind again,

trying to find solutions to the non-existing problem. 

The jigsaw puzzle doesn’t want to be solved, 

doesn’t want to be put together,

doesn’t want to reveal the whole picture. 

But does it really matter?




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Into magic-land, I disappear, when I’m not vigilant. 

Into magic-land, I lose myself completely.

Into magic-land, I disappear,

and get lost in the magic of the mind’s creation.




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Tuesday, 10 January 2023

The Struggle of Going Nowhere


“The Struggle of Going Nowhere” 


is the second book of 


“poems from the path to spiritual awakening.”






To have a peek in the book or to purchase the book, go to:








Some selected poems from the book:



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Sweet music in my ears,

constant interruptions by the mind. 

Everything goes silent,

but if you’re with me, you can still hear my music.



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I’m a jigsaw puzzle with plenty of missing pieces. 

But it doesn’t matter anymore.

The jigsaw puzzle is still an illusion.

All pieces, no pieces, or half of them missing, 

what does it matter when it’s all an illusion.

It might help to find all the right pieces,

but then what?

I still have to wake up.

It’s all a dream,

masterly put together.



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Complicated world, 

complicated words.

The best way to communicate is silence, 

but even silence can be misunderstood. 

I stand here saying nothing.

Why can’t you understand my silence? 

I’m standing here screaming my head off, 

but no sound is coming out.

I have to accept that no one can hear me. 

I’m invisible, I’m soundless. 

Within my world,

and only within my world do I exist, 

but out here, no one can see me,

no one can hear me.

I’m the only one here, 

screaming my head off,

in the most beautiful, silent sound.

Loud am I,

when nothing can be heard.

Silence is my language till everyone learns to hear. 

Listen and feel the silence within you, 

without you.



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Friday, 9 December 2022

Out of the Labyrinth





 I have been writing poems for the last couple of years, 
or have they been written through me? 
Just like most of my paintings, these poems are about spiritual awakening, which is not always an easy ride. Well, is it ever? 
Some have it smoother than others, I guess.

My poems have turned into three books. 

”Poems from the path to spiritual awakening.”

Book one is available now. “Out of the Labyrinth”, 

each book contains 111 poems. 







You can order the book from most bookstores 

or click on the link:









Here are some selected poems from book one, 

“Out of the Labyrinth”.


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Colour and light
playing seriously on the canvas,
making stunning pictures.
Breathtaking,
wondrous, silent,
wordless signs, leading to your inner self.
Feel.
The painter has given you a key to your own universe. 

It brings you silence 

in the midst of your tumultuous world. 

The world is full of signposts,
find them, 

take them in. 

Cherish them, 

breathe in the moment. 

Naked, 

vulnerable, 

fearless, silent.
You are here to meet the I. 



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Have I lost this battle?
Am I still a worthy warrior,
even though it seems like a never-ending war? 

The war is between my mind
and the truth of what I am.
It’s a one-sided war that can not be won 

until I lay down my weapons and realise 

that we are on the same side.
My war is in my head,
and as long as the fighting is going on, 

there will be no peace. 

Truth is my ally.
Truth is within me. 

Truth is me.
I am truth,
I’m silence,
I’m the silent warrior for peace. 



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I’ve been chasing myself my whole life, 

like chasing my own shadow. 

When I finally stopped,
I managed to catch up with myself, 

realising that,
I’ve been here the whole time. 



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Wednesday, 2 February 2022

Book "Silence"

 

Welcome to my Blog!


I’m working on a new book of poems.
I have previously written a book that I called Silence. 
The book Silence has a collection of 30 poems 
and 31 full pages of my Angel-paintings.
The poems are mostly about the “path” 
to spiritual awakening.






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ISBN: 9789176997949

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Click on the link if you wish to order the book: 





Poems from the book “Silence”.

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The nature is out there, 

Telling its story. Can you hear it? 

It can’t see it-self, but you are its eyes, 

Its senses, you are its voice, you can tell its story, 

If you can hear it. Listen!... I can hear it screaming 

Loud enough for the whole planet to wake up. 

Slow down. Wake up and listen… 

Why can’t you hear it? 

I call out its pain in a tormented voice, 

And wonder… 

Why can’t you hear me? 

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It’s a longing in my chest so big, 

A longing for you and the infinite. 

Enter my soul and let us melt into the sea of life. 

Let us float down the river of bliss. 

Let us embrace each other like two angels hungry for 

Eternal love. Let us wake up together and become 

One with the universe. 

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Silence is all around us, 

Listen and you can hear it loud enough 

To wake the unconscious. 

Penetrate my soul and you can move 

To another dimension, 

Silently you can slip through the veil. 

Be what you are, the unborn being 

That has been unnoticed following you 

Every step of the way, to your own 

Awakening. 

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Angel-Blessings!



Friday, 22 February 2013

Painting and Time



How do you view a painting?  How do you live your life?
Do you actually value the quality of the now or do you value
the quantity more?
Do you value life by how much you have done, 
or the quality time you spend on each thing you do?
I believe it is time to slow life down.  Why is the human race impressed with speed?  Everything should be done so fast.  Why be impressed by how fast someone paints?  Why is that considered good?  The old masters spent a long time on each painting. It wasn't about being the fastest but about being the best.

I don't paint slow but I spend a lot of time on each painting.  

When I paint,  for me it is like reading a really good book.  I do not paint or read just to have it done as fast as possible.  I enjoy every step.  
Even in reading they now teach you how to read faster by just reading the ending of each word.  Isn't that an insult to the writer?  Why not enjoy and suck the marrow out of each word?  I sometimes read parts in slow-motion because I like a certain sentence or paragraph so much.  Would 
I be a happier person if I had read five books instead of one during the same sequence time? 

Or what about, how to see the Louvre Museum in 60 min.  If you only have an hour to visit a museum, choose one or two paintings to really get to know, to give your whole attention.  Why does quantity and speed seem to be more important than quality?  

Paintings need to be seen, really seen!  To see a painting is to feel the painting, to enjoy it as you would enjoy a good vintage wine.  For a wine connoisseur it is not about how much wine you drink or how fast you drink it.  Enjoy a painting like it is a fine wine, 
enjoy life the same way.

Slow down, don't run through life, you might miss it.  Stand in front of a great painting and soak in every piece of paint every single now that the painter has put into the painting.  The painter is giving you so much more than an image, she or he is giving you a piece of their soul, 
their energy is immersed in the paint.

Enjoy every single impression you take in, aroma, vision, sound,  feeling, take it all in!  Taste the painting with your whole being. 
Do everything as if it is the first and last thing you will ever do.

Moments happens only once!