No need to hurry;
No need to hustle;
The waves do carry
Our each sandcastle.
Life contains a measured beat;
We need to accept all;
Freedom has a deep seat,
As we're given the call.
......
The river flows on,
Though there are murky forests
On its either side.
There's light everywhere;
Still, our hearts are full of murk;
We need light indeed.
The way to success
Is stony and full of thorns;
We’ve to bleed, for sure.
Round and round
And up and down
And in and out we go
Round and Round
And up and down
And side by side we go
Round and round
And round and round
......
Op een klein bord
het heelal in lagen.
Room tussen wat was
en wat misschien nooit zal zijn.
De vork breekt door tijd en textuur,
en even
lijkt het leven
begrijpelijk.
......
There is a place
where the river forgets its name,
where it stretches upward
not to escape,
but to become.
The current does not argue
with the pull of the clouds.
It simply moves-
wider,slower-
......
Laying in the mud,
the weight of the sky presses down
through the soaked air,
through the damp smell of earth and rot.
My fingers disappear beneath the surface-
not lost,just swallowed,
held by the cold patience of the ground.
There is no hurry here,
......
Heartbeat as compass,
guides me through the unseen path,
soft pulse of the soul,
trusting what the eyes can't see,
held by silence, not by fear.
Hartslag als kompas,
leidt mij door mist en verlangen,
geen weg is te stil.
In vertrouwen schuilt de kracht
di mij naar huis doet keren.