Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Monday, January 16, 2012
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Inner woman
The inner woman is lovely to meet
Her inner beauty is namelessly sweet
Her consciousness and wisdom go everywhere
She is opening up for us to share
Her inner beauty is namelessly sweet
Her consciousness and wisdom go everywhere
She is opening up for us to share
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
work in progress -
... it has been a while since I posted
... creativity happened in a non-bloggable way the last few months :-)
Here is some of my works in progress:
bagatELLE:
The original is by the wonderful artist Sarah Mac.
She allowed me to use her beautiful painting *Brigitte* as reference.
This one will be called *bagatELLE*.
Acrylics on wood, 60 x 86 cm
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You can not NOT love,
you can only believe you don't.
so far Acrylics, paste and plastic on stretched canvas, 50 x 35 cm
Send with love,
YvonneThursday, February 3, 2011
me?
Each cell knowing of thousands of lifecycles before
destined to live thousands more
A conglomerate which calls itself *me*
yet is a manifestation of all *mes*
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Tug of war
Inbetween the twilight
of wishful thinking and the Now
Yearning for a sign
which way to move
yet automatically on the treadmill of life
only one direction anyway
acceptance fighting resistance
tug of war about integrity
this time the watcher can not laugh about it
watching it has to be enough
...
of wishful thinking and the Now
Yearning for a sign
which way to move
yet automatically on the treadmill of life
only one direction anyway
acceptance fighting resistance
tug of war about integrity
this time the watcher can not laugh about it
watching it has to be enough
...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Natural desaster
Thinking the level of joy I am feeling
indicates the level of awareness,
I am trapped in a natural desaster.
Holding up a one-way mirror
indicates MY OWN hidingplace
I am likewise trapped in projection.
Sometimes a story told from the heart
indicates more consciousness
than intentionally no words from the mind.
indicates the level of awareness,
I am trapped in a natural desaster.
Holding up a one-way mirror
indicates MY OWN hidingplace
I am likewise trapped in projection.
Sometimes a story told from the heart
indicates more consciousness
than intentionally no words from the mind.
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