On roaming and homing, love of nature and the nature of love.

vrijdag 2 juni 2017

White world

The world has turned white
the sounds are migrating
to the coast
gone is Heaven
lost is Earth
only ears to understand
our current position
this is not a good time
to lose our voice
better recite
'holy holy holy'
better play our softest tune
the lullaby to our youngest
better light the candles
in the window sill
we might find mercy still

donderdag 10 november 2016

Standing Rock

There are buffalos 
on the plains
a stampede of hooves
drumming songs of the Earth
their breath is sending out
smoke signals into the world
bitten by frost
covered in flakes
they keep on moving
towards their people
until the white tipis
are crowded with 
invincible as
rivers marching
to the sea
half buffalo
half man
we sing
the Earth vibrates
we hold her tightly

maandag 4 april 2016


The first time ever
a forest grew
the creatures living in it
who possessed speech
called it Bialowieza.
Seven layers of sacredness,
death and life and death
they honoured.
in your undergrowth
we lay ourselves to sleep,
aching with longing
our bodies are 
when trailing your bison,
on your throne sits
no one but the royal oak,
where boredom gets extinguished
beauty breaks all rules
forget the hunt
forget your mother tongue
forget all there is
but Bialowieza.