A kiss on the forehead

A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.

I kiss your forehead.

 

A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.

I kiss your eyes.

 

A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.

I kiss your lips.

 

A kiss on the forehead—erases memory.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Love Came

Love came,
and became like blood in my body.
It rushed through my veins and
encircled my heart.

Everywhere I looked,
I saw one thing.
Love’s name written
on my limbs,
on my left palm,
on my forehead,
on the back of my neck,
on my right big toe…

Oh, my friend,
all that you see of me
is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to love.

Rumi

Advertentie

Distance

Asleep
next to a strangers body

I imagine
it’s yours

Just like my kisses
place
is the only thing
not real
in the closeness of your bodies.

The waterfall

The Waterfall

You send me to see the waterfall today
To wash my hands
And clean the sweat of my back
To invoke stillness on my mind
And clearness in my heart
To conquer my ego
So I could wear it as trophy round my neck

But the mind will not be forced
And the heart is not easily diverged
With caves of stubborn pockets of resistance
as guerrilla emotions fighting from hidden places

Korintiërs

De liefde is geduldig en vol goedheid.
De liefde kent geen afgunst, geen ijdel vertoon en geen zelfgenoegzaamheid.

Ze is niet grof en niet zelfzuchtig,
ze laat zich niet boos maken en rekent het kwaad niet aan,
ze verheugt zich niet over het onrecht maar vindt vreugde in de waarheid.

Alles verdraagt ze,
alles gelooft ze,
alles hoopt ze,
in alles volhardt ze.

De liefde zal nooit vergaan.
Profetieën zullen verdwijnen,
klanktaal zal verstommen,
kennis verloren gaan –

want ons kennen schiet tekort en ons profeteren is beperkt.

1 Korintiërs 13

If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,
but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.
But where there are prophecies, they will cease;
where there are tongues, they will be stilled;
where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

by Mary Frye, 1932

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