Feet First

And sometimes, the feet
just need to step and begin to dance
even if we yet can’t hear the music
even if we yet can’t see the road ahead

The mind, often too much bound
to the ground
Thoughts that linger in the past
or in worries about the future
But if feet just go first
everything else will start
to roll and will align
mind and heart will follow
to fly along



If a ship sails only in calm waters
you cannot know if it can stand
a rough sea, can beat a storm
and will make it to the other shore

You can not know how strong,
how true and how determined
love is
unless it’s been tested
by rough seas and storms



And when the night fell
and all was dark
not even the stars
that showed themselves
in the sky
the wild rose standing alone
in the field, could not see
it anymore:

‘What if the name ‘a wild rose’
was never meant for me
What if I’m just a nameless flower
in the shades
Not seen, not shined upon by the sun
What if the sun doesn’t smell
my scent of love
And all that will ever be
are all the others and me just me
What if the poems written on my petals
won’t be stroked by his gaze
What if they just wither’

The wild rose sank to the ground
with her heavy heart
Pain made gravity pull even stronger

But then a night owl landed
beside her:
‘With my eyes and ears that can
see and hear in the dark
I saw your self doubt
and heard your lament
Do not overthink your heart,
dear wild rose
But let your heart overfeel
your mind
If you can’t see it outside of you
then see it within:
how special the love is
you are made of’


A New Dream

And we dreamed
We wove a web of expectations
based on ego assumptions
and experiences of the past
The dream crashed
before it could take flight
The needle of karma
pierced the air balloon

But as we have released
the old dream
we are free, my love
So let’s dream anew
Let’s build a solid home
for our heart’s desire
Let’s dream bigger and brighter
than we’ve ever done


The Call Upon Our Hearts

Day and night, wherever we are
Our hearts always call each other
Sometimes, it is a soft whisper
Other times a rolling desire
A silent feeling
A happy song
A playful echo
A yearning scream from the depth
At times it is a tender poem
Or raw words, primary colours,
loudly expressed
As it is the call upon our hearts
to love


Longing For Lisbon

In my mind I wander in the streets
of Lisbon
Restauradores, Rossio, Baixa and Chiado
the river Tagus, the cathedral
Alfama, Mouraria and the castle
I smell the salty sea, the sardines
I hear the bitter sweet tunes of fado
and saudade takes over my heart
And I wander further through stories
I once shared here with you
through all the laughter and tears
And then my longing for Lisbon
is just my longing for you


The Shake-Up

Maybe we judge something as bad
but there’s a bigger picture
Maybe our daily routines
needed to be stopped
we needed to be slowed down
and shaken up
the dark that makes the light
more visible

As the world we live in is changing
we change too
to wake up to the truth
of who we are
what we came for
what really matters
and that love conquers all



Spring showers its pink blossoms
of forgiveness upon us
to clear the way for summer’s fruits
to grow

And I’m sorry, my love
for those times
that I have hurt you
when I was in fact
hurting myself

And I forgive you
for those times
that you have hurt me
when you were
hurting yourself

Our hearts that always find
For even when the eyes judge
and see hurt
the heart only sees love



Oh wild woman, you look at the world
and you see so much injustice,
polarization and fear

They speak about the ‘new normal’,
the ‘1,5 meter society’
But you know about the power of words
and how they can create a reality
on their own

You know this isn’t normal
but the temporary abnormal
Love, connection, closeness, unity,
care and touch are normal
Whereas forced distance, control,
fear based structures never are

And you don’t want the abnormal
to become your normal
You’d like to be aware and stand up

But instead of being wild in fury
you choose to detach from all
the stories
from all the noise in the world
to destroy your own inner fear
based structures
to find peace within
And to be wild and unapologetically
free in your heart and in love



And the full moon said to me:
‘Oh dear, you might think
that you are broken
You might think you’re just
a small piece, you’re in shadows
and all is dark
But look at me, it’s all an illusion
In fact, I’m never black, nor crescent
I’m always shining, I’m always whole’


In The Doorway

It was never truly safe
behind a locked door
where you kept all inside
Emotions were unpredictable
and unwelcome visitors that stayed

You sat there in your room
in the dark
and sang a lonesome song
Old photographs on the wall
made you long for the past

But then love knocked on your door
You didn’t trust, you were scared
You locked it even more
Though love found a crack
to show you its light
until one day you had the courage
to open

And now you stand in the doorway
You let the past,
you let emotions go out
and let love in
A smile on your face
as you now finally see
the green lights and blue skies
that are outside


Staying Present

Here I am
with all my doubts
all my pain, all my fears

Here you are
with all your doubts
all your pain, all your fears

No running away
No pushing it down
All is welcome
All can just be
as you stay present with you
I stay present with me
and therefore
we stay present
with each other


What She Does Know

And she said:

I don’t know
My world is shaken
and confused
I doubt what I see
I doubt myself
My heart so heavy
with pain and fear
Though the only thing
I do know is
I deeply love you

And he said:

Maybe you just need
to write again
to make your world light
and clear
Let the ink of love
dissolve the fog
in and around you
I’ll be in your words
to lift you up


One Meadow

She looks at him
and sees his grass as greener
his flowers more colorful,
more perfect
more people that come to look
at his beautiful meadow
whereas she sees her own
as just a wild mess

Until she removes
the imaginary fence
between her garden and his
and she sees
just one meadow
with grass of the same green


The Willow Tree

Oh willow tree, although spring
brought you new, green leaves
and the wind moves you with grace
you weep and you weep
your heart is so full of longing

Your crown hangs down
and branches reach out
to dip into the lake of love

Drink, oh dear willow tree,
just drink and
quench your thirst
for your beloved



The moon winks at us tonight
for she knows about the hidden
what’s going on behind the scenes
where the crowd doesn’t look

She sees the messages
sent back and forth
the layer underneath the surface
that only speaks to us

The moon knows all
about me and you
and secretly giggles


The Beauty Of Love

The beauty of a flower
that grows in unexpected places
finding a crack between the tiles
of the pavement
to blossom through

And although it is vulnerable
and it could be trampled anytime
yet it doesn’t hold back its beauty
but expresses and opens itself
to the light

Just like the flower,
the beauty of true love always
shows itself
even if circumstances seem hard
and nearly impossible
it finds a way to grow and
blossom through



The wind itself is invisible
we can only sense and see it
when it makes clouds float
and hair dance

Even when we are still and quiet
Even when love itself is invisible
it makes things move,
just like the wind

Emotions that roll like waves
Thoughts of you and me
that float like clouds
Longing that feels like a tornado
Each heartbeat, each breath
that moves us closer to each other
as the air between us vibrates
with love


Green Fields

She wanders in the fields
among the howling cows
and the singing birds
windmills rotate on the horizon

And she could only focus
on the grey, grieving sky now
she could feel
how much she misses him
But she could also see
the green grass underneath
the wideness of the view
herons flying by in the air
two white swans
that build their nest
And she could feel
how much she loves him


Especially Today

And even though
the sky is grey
raindrops fall
and last night’s
been cold
and sleepless
Even though
she’s here and he’s
far away,
she knows
blue skies will come
and there’s always
a dance to dance
poetry to make
– especially
today –
as she celebrates


Such A Cold Night

A night in Spring
can feel like a night in Winter
when it feels so cold
in bed and I shiver
with missing you

And if you were here now
your arms could warm me
your legs could hold
my feet

But you are there,
somewhere far
and instead, you whisper
love into my heart
to keep the flame burning
and to help me to believe
in Spring


Peace Begins Within

The worst enemy
is the enemy within
When thoughts come
like soldiers
judging the self

And then
it’s a long night
the officer from the past
that hits again
a heart that bleeds
and it’s war inside

Thoughts accumulate
and battle each other
Then it’s also war without

I see
enemies everywhere
and I become very small
expecting to be attacked

I see
longing that hurts
screaming ‘I miss you’s’

Until I connect with you
through the heart,
connect with love
and find back peace within
to see peace without


When Love Moves

There’s something about the way she dances
Her eyes that seem to look
into another universe
Her feet that seem to sense music
that no one else can hear
as if she always hears her troubadour
and he plays his music through her

There’s something about the way he
moves his fingers on the strings
and how he sings his songs
His eyes that seem to look
into another universe
as if she dances music into his heart
and she dances through his voice

As if love moves them both


Our Song

I follow the path into the woods
Trees make sacred arches
above me
As I leave behind the noise
of the world and
the noise of my own mind
I open myself to the stories
and the songs of the forest
Ancient wisdom echoes
the voice of my own soul
until I only hear love


The Best Coffee

There are many different coffees
and mostly, coffee is just coffee:
a hot drink of ground beans

But there’s one coffee, so epic
that makes you feel alive
in spirit and body

Heavenly aroma
captured in full flavour
Sipped with passionate lips
and thirsty eyes

for the best coffee ever
is coffee drunk together
with you


Under The Linden Tree

She sits in a park
underneath a linden tree
a roof of heart-shaped leaves
and honey sweet blossoms
that lure the bees,
above her

And when she listens
to the rustle of the wind in the tree,
when she squints her eyes a bit
and looks carefully, she sees Freya
protecting all the lovers
that once came together under the linden
to proclaim and strengthen their love
by pressing their thumbs
on the bark of the tree

And she smiles as she looks up,
while thinking of her beloved
and instead of pressing her thumb
she writes poetry on the linden
with her finger
to proclaim her love


Under The Stars

Here in the east I look up
A roof of stars above my head
that offers comfort
Thousands of little lights
twinkle softly to me in the dark:
‘let go of the old
give your pain to us
we have a better story
we have destiny
written here for you’

And in the west
I see Venus in the sky
shining brightly
pointing to where love can be found,
to where you are



When the chemistry between us
the flames burning in our hearts
make us visible
to each other and to the world

No matter where we are,
no matter the people
that are around,
the power of us makes
everything else fade away

And then there’s just
you and me
highlighted by love



I searched for you
But you were the one
that came to me
and found me at dawn
– you always come to me
like the blackbird
Singing me alive
and awake again
to my own heart

And maybe,
you didn’t even come
for you were already there
as you always are
and always will be
I just needed to open the eyes
of my heart
to see you here with me



We do not need to see
a rainbow
a silver lining,
the light at the end
of the tunnel
or what’s next to come
to know that there is hope

We do not need to speak
to hear each other
We do not need to touch
to feel

We do not need to see
to know that there is love


Two White Butterflies

I watch two white butterflies
dance together in the air
playfully and lightly

As if the dark times in their cocoon
have finally been left behind and forgotten
As if renewal and change
although it’s been hard,
have set them free
and now they’ve refound each other

As if those two butterflies could be
you and me