Zywa Full space

What is resembles darkness
before it, burst apart
into a space full of stars

is as if what is
awakens then
by its own light



It's daytime, life twitters
lustily in leafy trees
always waving

they whisper in our ears what
is as if what is
wants to hear itself



When everything blindingly
contracts again
star by star

losing its light
stiffens, stiffens
consciousness

Poem 54
Train Leeuwarden-Amsterdam, 2006-12-03

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Universe 
 

Zywa Tapestry of fields

Pastures, fields and neighbourhoods
along the long serpent -
the river that connects everything

the spine of the patches
Hemed on the other side
with piles of triangles -

bare ridges, scratched
with wide and empty roads
to one another

Mount Wind is rising above
and much, much higher still
a light line limits the tapestry of fields

Spring, and it's still snowing
above the little ant-people
How fast they live

Twice as high: the heavenly
white strip that unassailable
hovers over everything

Only then the ever blue sky
in which I let me fly, safe
beneath eternity

Poem 105
Amsterdam, 2008-05-12

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: World(view) 
 

The girl is staring,

thinking hard of what she thinks --


she really doesn't know.


Het kind staart en denktDas Kind starrt und denkt
hard na over wat het denkt --darüber nach, was es denkt --
echt niet te weten.gar nicht zu wissen.

Poem H0074
Amsterdam, 2011-12-09

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Thinking (order) 
 

Upon mulberry

blossoms, Santa is sweating --


the worldly away.


Op moerbeibloesemsAuf Maulbeerblüten
zit de kerstman te zweten --sitzt der Weihnachtsmann, er schwitzt --
voor wat verlichting.das Weltliche weg.

Poem S0025
Julianadorp, 2011-12-31

Enlightenment at Christmas time in Australia
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Meditation 
Keyword: Humor^ 
 

In the train I rush

past the railroad crossing bell --


past a spacetime warp.


In de trein snel ikIm Zug eile ich
voorbij de overwegbel --vorbei dem Bahn-Läutewerk --
De ruimtetijd kromt.Die Raumzeit krümmt sich.

Poem H0190
Amsterdam, 2012-01-21

Doppler effect
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Time 
 

The silverfish slips

away after exploring --


the floor, which is cleaned.


Het zilvervisjeDas Silberfischchen
verkent de vloer en glipt weg:rutscht vom Boden weg, der ist --
ik heb schoongemaakt.zu sauber gemacht.

Poem H0200
Amsterdam, 2012-01-23

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: environment 
 

The vase with flowers,

which I just put outside, look:


full of butterflies.


De vaas met bloemen,Schnittblume, draußen
die ik buiten heb gezet:hingestellt, ziehen sofort --
meteen vol vlinders.Schmetterlinge an.

Poem H0291-27
Amsterdam, 2012-04-18

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Nature: flowers 
 

At noon in the church,

my breath follows the organ --


air in and air out.


Middags in de kerk, 'sIn der Kapelle
adem ik met het orgel --atme ich mit der Orgel --
lucht in en lucht uit.Luft rein und Luft raus.

Poem H0414
Amsterdam, 2013-02-22

Chapel of the Canisius College, Nijmegen 1964-1970
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Meditation 
Dedicated to: Johan A 
 

A squeaky concert

of young under the stork's nest:


sparrows and starlings.


Piepende jongenQuietschender Jungen,
onder het ooievaarsnest:auch unter dem Storchennest:
mussen en spreeuwen.Spatzen und Stare.

Poem H0459
Train Assen-Amsterdam, 2013-06-07

Small nests at the bottom of the stork's nest
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Together: community 
 

As a baby, I

had a lot of fun falling --


into daddy's hands.


Als baby viel ikViel Spaß machte es
met veel plezier, keer op keer --mir als Baby, zu fallen --
in papa's handen.in Papas Händen.

Poem H0561
Amsterdam, 2013-08-21

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Surrender 
Keyword: Pleasure 
Dedicated to: Madelief dK 
 

Zywa Jewellery

I love Amsterdam at night
rows of narrow houses on the canal
lit windows, slow time
jewellery of my loneliness

predictable daytime traffic
manoeuvering through logos and slogans
grumpy faces, professional smile
turning diagonally on steep sections

zigzag track from right to left
watch out, it causes accidents
attention, left is going, right is standing
flashing lights in the middle every now and then

like nothing is wrong
grab like crows in the poo
between garbage and inventory
ephemeral, a group on the sidewalk

familiar strange ordinary
fellow citizens where we live
quite easily next to each other
our contacts interchangeable

Amsterdam at night
narrow houses on the canal
lit windows, slow time
jewellery of my loneliness

Poem 232
Amsterdam, 2014-04-28

Cosmos = order, worldorder, right order: piece of jewellery, praise
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Alone: lonely 
Keyword: Amsterdam% 
 

Low tide, the morning

mist surrounding my senses:


circle of silence.


Het is eb, ochtend-Ebbe, der Morgen-
mist rondom mijn zintuigen --nebel um meine Sinne --
een cirkel stilte.ein Kreis der Stille.

Poem H1046
, 2014-11-06

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Silence 
 

My scars lace me up,

though my skin becomes tighter --


I become looser.


Littekens snoerenNarben schnüren mich
mij in, mijn huid wordt strakker --ein, meine Haut wird straffer --
en ik word losser.und ich lockerer.

Poem H1084
Amsterdam, 2014-12-05

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Harmony: relaxation 
 

Zywa Hyperhole

Gathered in The
The ETERNAL
ultimate Hyperhole:
the mortal remains
spaceless abreast
The ALL-IN-ONE

the souls as resurrected
bodies spiritually
close around it
a firmament
The radiant SOMETHING

of the inconceivable
The full NOTHING, stardust
without mass, chips
of every event
and we: timeless shades

in the hyper-hereafter
of our existence, our
illusions of the physical life
we undoubtedly lived
in the time that necessarily is

because it is not
in the darkness which shines
in the light and doesn't
know itself, but man and animal
every atom, is its witness

unable to comprehend It

Poem 906
Amsterdam, 2016-12-21

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Universe 
 

Zywa Giantess

As a child I crawled invisibly
away in the lower house
under the veranda
to see the rats
potter among woodlice

I felt big and strong
I pressed my lips together
against the little weak creepy cushions
and let their hard tails
whip my Gulliver body

I liked being their Atlas
under the adult world
upon my shoulders
which I separated from the earth
to keep it as it is

Poem 907
Amsterdam, 2016-12-21

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Fantasy: playing 
 

Poem 1010
Amsterdam, 2017-02-13

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Universe 
 

Zywa The picture

With wide arms I listen
With hands full of green ears
Polyphonic whispers of fluff
Fine traces of sound
on the bench

A woman and her daughter
look around, the girl stares
and says with wobbling legs

I'll be a mum just like you
with a daddy and a child
who thinks this is the most beautiful place
of all, the whole world, the universe

*

The girl plays with a ball
pulls a flake of my bark
asks: is your name scratched in it?
What is he old, isn't he, triple thick I think
and those lumps, would he be sick?

Her mother laughs and takes the picture
she wished to have had of herself:
the girl, and I incognito

not as wise, not as full
high and wide
of past as I am now
and smaller than what I know
of all the people

who caressed me
of all the wishes
they shared with me

Poem 1046
Amsterdam, 2017-02-20

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: stream (go by) 
Keyword: Old age: watching 
 

Zywa Born in light

Born in light
tasting what life is
rolling and running
full laughing most of all
and the wheel turns the water

around the earth surrounded by
winds with clouds and
the fire of the sun
the wheel of beauty:
the seasons

bamboo shoots and blossoms
all dying
the fluttering flight of the skylark
the wonders of the forest
beavers reconstructing the brook

a junebug on a journey
over my leg and flying
in my hand which I close
and open again
the smells

of vegetable being cooked
moss and steaming dew
mushrooms in autumn
the village in the winter months
when the stoves burn

the wheel of my life
my kids, my work
the colours of my clothes and
from my hands the healing voice
of seven long strings

Poem 1047
Amsterdam, 2017-02-20

The tale of the princess Kaguya (Isao Takahata) (2013)
Traditional stry
Film "Kaguyahime no monogatari"

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: stream (follow) 
Tribute to: Takahata, Isao 
 

Zywa The gates

There is a fantastic gate
somewhere in the golden middle
a gateway to the good life

There are more, and more beautiful
to eternity, paradise and hell
higher worlds than the earth

given only to believers
not obtained, not built together
with strangers

like that one gate
of stories of what it can be like
on earth for people of good will

Whoever passes
the fantastic gate
finds another one, and another one

Poem 1050
Amsterdam, 2017-02-20

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Ethics: conscience 
 

Zywa The mountain

The mountain stands imperturbable
in the sun, being, being

Receiving clouds, and hail, snow
their bubbling and whirling going away

at its feet, the children's rush
and the pubertal noise of water

playing itself hot
in an embedded adventure

And I am standing on top
of the mountain, being, being

Receiving the sun, experiences
and night thoughts, growing old

Everything melts, nothing in my hands
nothing in my open arms

Poem 1051
Amsterdam, 2017-02-20

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Time: temporality 
 

Zywa Picked up luck

My perspective between the rusty leaves
is a dream house on the edge of the forest
picked up on the way, in the fall

Rich colours in the sun caress
the wooden skin flakes
of Mother Earth

and I am passing by
just a moment
a guest

Poem 1054
Amsterdam, 2017-02-21

After a photo by Jan Keijzer
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Dreaming 
Dedicated to: Jan K 
 

Zywa Everything is

Everything is
love no a moment
everything is just a moment

tasta-visi-heara-smellable
for some moutheye earnoses
and even less tangible no

everything ís tangible
interconnected
just feel

with the nameless
sixth
just feel if you dare

not to think about it
it is inconceivable
it is all

Poem 1058
Amsterdam, 2017-02-21

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Senses 
 

Zywa I want more

I want to go there or see a movie
about it: the steppes

the jungle, the Himalayas
I want to shine my light
in trenches, I want to know

everything, made manageable
so that the whole world becomes mine
and I become a true citizen of the world, no
I want more, be a cosmo citizen

among spirits, angels and gods
exist forever, I want to experience

space adventures, but near
home, because I already am so tiny
a minor matter, a speck on mountain

or sea, interchangeable in the crowd
I don't want to relativise away
my efforts, not to be completely
invisible in universe and time

Poem 1068
Amsterdam, 2017-02-23

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Identity: experiences 
 

Zywa Relay race

As long as we can we'll walk
in circles together
the youngest in the outer lane

acquire meters and learn a lot
are handed more and more
batons stories where we are

heading a finish line
behind which no one needs
to run anymore hand in hand

we will walk on we will
live in peace we will all be
winners no relay race anymore

the youngest in the outer lane
grandma's on the inside bend
close to the black hole

Poem 1072
Amsterdam, 2017-02-23

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: People: mankind 
 

Zywa No time

Sometimes I dream away
to a better world
without fuss

Then I focus my mind
on a piece of true reality
for which I don't have an eye other times

I unfold my life open
fom the divided attention
of time, that sense

of energy leaking away
to this and that, this one and the other
right now and ever later

out of the nets of my memories
my self-made images that only
suffice for a moment to measure time

No atomic clock can help me
to do better
I throw everything together

suffering, wastage, peace and
my experiences, together one
timeless energy

Poem 1073
Amsterdam, 2017-02-24

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Time 
 

Zywa Apples in the haze

Moor at the orchard
wade through soft grass
and golden-yellow apples
to the pond in the middle
steaming in the evening

Enter the round basin
glide into the warm water
and swim over the bottom
of your primeval-applewise knowing
to the stairs of the tower

From the gallery, read the wind, the well
the flow of time, their ripples, their depths
and the misty shadows from later
which in the outside world
only will be recognizable

when the truth in which you
have bathed, is past
Known once, remains known
somewhere in the haze of your
dressed-up consciousness

Poem 1136
Amsterdam, 2017-03-06

Aval = apple
Avalon = isle of apple trees
Primeval apple from the Garden in Eden (Paradise)

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Awareness: connection 
 

Zywa Germ Substance

Hidden in a belly it begins
In a bank of black seeds
in the soil, in a blood biotope

in the cortex of the unborn
and then the unpredictable path
like every snowflake comes

to earth differently, every particle
touched on its way and
formed by unique contacts

into distinct faces
that attach and detach
germinate and split

into new old germ substance
of your species of life
Hidden in a belly it begins

Poem 1290
Amsterdam, 2017-04-22

Blood biotope: fetus in the womb
Cortex: of the ovary, which contains one million viable oocytes ('egg cells') at the time of birth of a girl

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Earth: biosphere 
 

Zywa Let it

Seek, and ye shall find
that the answer lies
beneath a new question

After God was found
and defined
as inconceivable
people called: Yes, but
that makes it a belief!

Paul wrote it down:

The old stories are no evidence
neither is the new story
no matter how blind I've been

Go and nail it on the doors!
And yet it must
exist, look at the wonders
around you, look at everything
You shouldn't seek at all
not define, but be aware

be open to it and let it
come and go, then you have found
it

Poem 1307
Amsterdam, 2017-04-25

Matthew 7:7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
Blind: Acts 9:8
Nail: in 1517 Martin Luther published 95 theses (Disputation on the power of indulgences), which according to later stories were posted by him on the door of the All Saints' (Castle) church in Wittenburg

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Religion: belief 
Keyword: Bible^ 
 

Zywa Thirst

Wherever I go, always
will my journey end

on the shore of a sea
into which the land flows
with a view of infinite

amniotic fluid that gives life
makes everyone's blood flow
and carries your seed through

trenches, over mountains and valleys
to the hereafter, it fills
my cells, my breasts

round with joy
quenches my daily thirst
and drowns my worries

I catch it from the sky
and lift it from wells

Poem 1312
Amsterdam, 2017-04-26

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: stream (follow) 
Tribute to: Thales 
 

Zywa Chat box

I sleep well, I exercise and I eat
healthy, I can do everything

I want, my body works
I just keep going, I can
do without breaks

Do it the other way around
the teacher says
Thoughts can do a lot

but they are ghosts
above life, they know no death
and they look over suffering


I wish it was like that
then I wouldn't be sitting here
so uncomfortably

learning to silence
the chat box in my head

Poem 1363
Amsterdam, 2017-05-19

Vipassana: the body should be leading
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Awareness: volatile / fragments 
Dedicated to: Claudia A 
 

Zywa Easy go

Sipping warmth
on my balcony
watching the fluxskies

Red geraniums, the full weight
of my soul resting on the earth –
sensual of well-being

my voice strolls and tells
it to a friend, andante:
the music that I am

Then at the table
the pencils arranged
draw in silence, merge

in creating, smiling
at the rainbow fan
of dry paintbrushes

little brush tails, small
penises in my sleigh of hand
(easy going)

Poem 1561
Amsterdam, 2017-09-25

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Self-expression 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa The good I receive

Non-believers too
have everything - received:
the world, my life, your life
and the duty to help each other
Everything else is possible

nothing else can go right or wrong
In all languages we wish each other
peace and happiness, the good:

It is our chance and our mission
it is my name, which I don't want to exchange
and certainly wouldn't want to lack
from her clear mouth – she's an angel
everyone hears it, non-believers too

Poem 1588
Amsterdam, 2017-10-29

For Taoufik D
Toba [Hebrew] = good >> Tobiah = the goodness of God >> Tawfik/Tevfik/Togiq/Taoufik = the ability or opportunity to achieve success

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Ethics: virtues 
Keyword: Religion: commandments 
Dedicated to: Taoufik D 
 

Zywa Half-light

Alone in the empty movie theatre
between the carpets
my eyes in half-light

closed, back and thighs
firmly in the chair travelling
through the buzzing space

of busy traffic
of merging and outgoing
in the distance and somewhere

a song slides by
- familiar emotions
on exits without a destination

going around the network of roads
Therefore and because no one
would remember the song

it points out, in half-light, only half
the way, but this does not matter
in the one universe of the journey

Poem 1609
Amsterdam, 2017-11-08

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Feelings 
 

Zywa Let me go

Hope would be the worst
that slow poison that constantly torments
because it keeps you alive

Also the hell of the rest, unleashed
by the cleaners to whom I gave the keys
takes too long for me

Emotions are haunting around me
I run to the door
but the room stretches out

A man shouts: What do you want?
Laughing he blows away
Others start to whisper yellowish

I do need skates right now
I empty all the cupboards, heated
under the burning sun

so I have to undress
and know what I want
where I am

Poem 1635
Amsterdam, 2017-11-25

Psychose
Door: "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate" ("Abandon all hope, ye who enter here"), above the gate of hell (1307-1314, "Inferno", the first part of Dante Alighieri's "La divina commedia")

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Psyche 
Keyword: Hope 
 

Einstein knew it too:

the more space you can create,


the more time you'll get.


Einstein wist het ook:Einstein wusste auch:
hoe meer ruimte je zelf schept,je mehr Raum man schafft, desto
hoe meer tijd je krijgt.mehr Zeit man bekommt.

Poem H1891
Amsterdam, 2017-12-09

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Calm: space 
 

Zywa Mind map

On the way, I make a map
of the roads to the roads
that I do not know yet
on the small earth of my body
within the large body of It

I learn what it needs
see the roses bloom
smell the fungi and recognize
by the mushrooms feelings
I have buried

in storage holes in the ground
of my body, my earth
On the way, I make a map
of my discoveries, of the truth
of life, my soul

the temporary skin
between inside and outside
tightened between human beings
an interface, touched
and read by a few

Poem 1643
Amsterdam, 2018-01-15

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Identity:  
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Sweet-I

The dragon is hungry, biting
away my resistance, eating
my powers, sweet-I

is falling apart –
it just happens
and it hurts

I fight it with dragon-
killers, they do their best
my love runs back and forth

between other fronts
he doesn't tempt me
to what I need

what we could
draw a banning circle
so I just

retreat, observe where
in my battered inside
the dragon is roaring

for attention and love
for my best self
to be exposed

Poem 1644
Amsterdam, 2018-01-15

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Love: for yourself 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Trinity

Another day
of manoeuvring

in the holy triangle
of languor, passion and harmony

In my blood, lethargy is floating
lazily along banks and jetties

It lies down
in the signal boxes

of my muscles and mood
as the prey of the fighters

who ignore the night
to make a party

of my life, now or never
a plaything

of higher powers that wait
what it is worth to me

to participate, out of desire
for happiness (not lasting long)

Poem 1645
Amsterdam, 2018-01-15

Tamas (Maintenance) - Rajas (Change) - Sattva (Being)
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Balance: 
 

Zywa Vipassana

It's only the third day
I keep thinking, and also that
this doesn't bring me anything

My breath does, and the peace
since, for the time being, there’s nothing
to do about the facts of blood

stone, iron, the elements
of the periodic table
nothing to do, only to think

And that may be a bit less
the weighing and determining
of my advancing insight

what is good for me
in the attacks of chaos
and panic, only to think

of myself
as the creator
of my life

Poem 1649
Amsterdam, 2018-01-18

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Thinking (meditation) 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Verbs

To have is not a verb
to have is very little
life, not the true one

Yes, I do
want to experience, enjoy
remain, therefore make
the world safer

starting with myself:
hello mirror image
today I want love

today I want to be
the two main verbs
make and be
make myself be

make you be
and then, that everything
stays with the new

Poem 1657
Amsterdam, 2018-01-21

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Love: Give To Be 
 

Zywa The soul

Sex is nature, the soul

makes it happen, maybe
the cells come together
and the soul grows further

in a new body
which will become an old body
that feels its temporality

with a young mind

that counts the years
and cannot comprehend
to be the soul itself

that sets its mind
on new lives
of the eternally old and

eternally young soul

Poem 1659
Amsterdam, 2018-01-22

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Soul 
 

Zywa What is happening

The teacher strays off
about the arts, useless
at first and afterwards
there is a use

With everything it has gone
like that, with language
it is repeated
at every birth

Babies try
to link
our sweet words
and motherese

to what is happening and thus
to come from provisional
to definite meanings
Step by step it gets useful

to talk to each other
even as a stranger
to the strangers
you don't understand

Poem 1663
Amsterdam, 2018-01-24

From Bacteria to Bach and Back: the Evolution of Minds (Daniel Dennett) (2017)
Book
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Language 
Tribute to: Dennett, Daniel 
 

The breakers bubble

in seven front lines: closed off --


is the sea, the sea.


In zeven liniesTosende Brandung,
bruist de branding: gesloten --in sieben Linien: gesperrt --
blijft de zee, de zee.bleibt das Meer, das Meer.

Poem H1999
Zandvoort aan Zee, 2018-01-30

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Sea 
 

Zywa I was alone

In the early morning, I received the truth
a clear sound

I searched and saw no one, not even the light
of an angel, it was quiet and I was alone

with the truth, that calmly awaited
what I would do and didn’t make a sound

It was just there, and I saw clearly
what was hidden from me before:

the truth was big, when I looked away
I still saw it in the corners of my eyes

I couldn't ignore the truth
My thoughts ran around and my heart

was pounding and I wished
I could give it away to someone

but I love the people I know
too much to give them unasked

such a present, I was ashamed
of myself in the light of the truth

my heart skipped a beat
and I wondered why I got it

and from whom, a friend, an enemy?
I did not know, I did not know what to do

Poem 1673
Amsterdam, 2018-02-14

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Truth 
 

Zywa The drama

Forgetting myself everything was
also me, one of the countless
in the tides of life, living

from relief to relief
in ignorance happy for a while
and still no ending that pleased me

The Force is bubbling and ebbing
every second in and out of me
the immortal metabolism
of life, the drama
of me equals we

subsequently also you and them
and myself again
forgetting again

the drama
in the membrane of our
very thin awareness

Poem 1687
Amsterdam, 2018-02-20

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: People: mankind 
 

Something's happening,

quickly it pulses closer --


I feel it, in me.


Er gebeurt iets,Etwas passiert hier,
snel pulseert het dichterbij --geschwind pulsiert es näher --
ik voel het, in mij.ich spür es, in mir.

Poem H2225
Amsterdam, 2018-06-23

Electro Symphonic Orchestra (2018)
June 23rd, 2018 at the Concertgebouw, Amsterdam
Part 2 of block 2

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Music: vibration 
Composer: Benders, Colin 
 

Zywa It

It can be everywhere
there is plenty to say about it
but It remains unclear

Yet we cannot be silent
seduced by the mystery

that we breathe
that spans around us
that is our heaven

that binds us
and has no name

even when we talk about it
and give It many names
And there is that other mystery

that drives our bodies
to new life, the other one

that we breathe
that fulfils us
that is our earth

that binds us
and has a name

even if we are silent about it
since its many names
fall short

Poem 2007
Amsterdam, 2019-01-04

Worldview and sexuality
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: discover / explore 
Keyword: Universe: all 
 

My heart is awake,

a beehive crowded with dreams --


bringing me honey.


Mijn hart is wakker,Mein Herz ist wach, ein
een bijenkorf vol dromen --Bienenstock voller Träume --
die honing brengen.die Honig bringen.

Poem H2380
Amsterdam, 2019-02-05

Has my heart fallen asleep? (Antonio Machado) (1907)
After the poem "¿Mi corazón se ha dormido?" (collection "Soledades. Galerías. Otros poemas.")
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Desire: wish-dream 
Keyword: Dreaming 
Tribute to: Machado, Antonio 
 

Mindfulness: naked

I sink into the buzzing --


of life around me.


Waakzaam wakker: naaktWachsam bin ich wach,
zink ik weg in het gonzen --versinke nackt im Summen --
van al het leven.von allem Leben.

Poem H2411
Amsterdam, 2019-03-13

Springtime (Jeroen Eisinga) (2010)
Performance
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Attention: surroundings 
Tribute to: Eisinga, Jeroen 
 

Zywa Tijdstrillingen
(Levensadem)

Ik denk eraan, voel het niet
toch moet het er zijn
op zijn minst even
moet het er geweest zijn

heel klein
nog groeiend
levend
wordend

onmerkbare trillingen
die me nieuwsgierig maken
wie ik zal zijn

een harmonie
van talloze trillingen
het heelal, de eenheid
van tijd

Poem 2170
Amsterdam, 2019-03-19

?tman, the essence of all that is, creates time
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Universe 
 

Zywa Time is my prey

I am a vulture
and time is my prey
If it flies, I fly

faster, if it's past
I devour it
in my mind

digesting the flesh
of my experiences
and wearing out my body

until my beak is too weak
and time escapes
to its final ending

Poem 2167
Amsterdam, 2019-03-20

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Time 
 

If only love is

visible, what will be left --


to see of people?


Als alleen liefdeWenn nur die Liebe
zichtbaar is, wat zie je dan --sichtbar ist, was siehst du dann --
nog van de mensen?noch von den Menschen?

Poem S0858
Amsterdam, 2019-03-29

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Love: is all 
 

Zywa Echo-room

I am living in a box
a little box in a box
yes, robots can live

in tiny houses
without needs
except for the sun

spare parts once in a while
and commands to get out
of the rut of repetition

I am closed, a black box
that you can read
as if I were made of glass

and, you'll see: I am
a little box that thinks
out of the box

of my body
an echo-room
of the net

Poem 2189
Amsterdam, 2019-03-31

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Technics 
 

In Jerusalem

the sky merges with the trees --


in keppel kippahs.


In JeruzalemIn Jerusalem
versmelt de lucht met bomen --verschmelzt die Luft mit Bäumen:
in keppel keppels.in kepplen Kippot.

Poem H2424
Amsterdam, 2019-03-31

In Dutch a kippah is called "keppel"
Colour keppel #3AB09E

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Colour 
 

Zywa Reason

Explaining the perceptible
with the imperceptible
scanning it with fantasy
and micro and macro senses
to also understand ourselves
we who are in the middle
of what we experience

the influences and interactions
that we want to dis-cover
by ridding them scientifically
of magic, romance, holiness
and other superstitions
that keep us from knowing
what we don't know

Poem 2235
Amsterdam, 2019-05-04

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Reason: logic 
 

Zywa Miracles with a beginning

In the beginning man created
the thought: everything, mankind
and the earth, is a miracle
with a beginning

and anything that procreates
will die, only the sun
the stars and the stones
had no end, until later

infinity was conceived
and they even never had begun

so the rest, actually everything
that is known, the world
will have to perish one day

and, if you dare
to think it out, also
the elusive time

will not last and already now
nothing is left
but nullity

Poem 2248
Amsterdam, 2019-05-19

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Time: temporality 
 

Zywa A stone from paradise

The giant that stopped me
was a wall on the bank
of the big river, far
beyond the palaces

where servants like angels
provided a heaven on earth
for princes and princesses and always

there were naked sages before the gate
begging to warn the people
that they shouldn't have any illusions

There was a small hatch in the wall
which opened for an old hand a moment
giving me an ordinary pebble

It was a stone from paradise
on the other side of the wall
It was smooth. What to do with it?

I am just such a stone, polished
by life and in the future
falling to dust, pity us

stones from paradise
on this side of the wall
where the kings suffer in seclusion
from boredom and the trouble
to keep it that way

Poem 2286
Amsterdam, 2019-06-20

Alexander the Great (356-323) in Bharat (India), 326-325
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Paradise 
Keyword: Bharat (India)% 
 

We are consumers,

we're very hungry, we eat --


all of the planet.


Consumenten zijnKonsumenten sind
we, hongerig eten we --wir, sehr hungrig fressen wir --
heel de planeet op.den Planeten auf.

Poem S0921
Amsterdam, 2019-07-23

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: People: mankind 
 

Zywa Spell

Lured into the cave
by curly hair
reflected on the ceiling
behind the entrance, I hope

to discover a wonder
not believing in an evil
spell that will rape me
on a chilly oyster bank

I shiver on the nail bed
that is cutting open my skin
while I repeat the mantra
It's not real, the knives

about to fall, the horror
of the maggots that slither
to my eyes and pop into
my head like dying fireworks

It's not real, It's not real
it's the cool of the mountain
it's ice drip and stalactites
it's the shiny glitter

of water on the wall, wonders
of pristine nature, feeding
my imagination with images
of what I don't want to do to her

Poem 2418
Amsterdam, 2019-09-21

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Balance: 
 

I've plenty of time

for Qigong since you left me --


I wait not-waiting.


Ik heb tijd genoegSeit du weg bist: Zeit
voor Qigong nu jij weg bent --genug für Qigong, wartend --
Niet-wachtend wacht ik.ohne zu warten.

Poem H2586
Vaison-la-Romaine, 2019-10-16

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Calm: tardiness 
 

I'm forest bathing

in smells, waving, twittering --


scattered cracking sounds.


Ik neem een bosbadIch nehme ein Bad
in geuren, wuiven, tjilpen --in Düften, Wiegen, Zwitschern --
knappende takjes.knackenden Zweigen.

Poem H2590
Amsterdam, 2019-10-21

Shinrin-yoku
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Senses 
Dedicated to: Guido dP 
 

Poem 2511
Amsterdam, 2019-11-10

Sonnet VI (Edna Saint Vincent Millay) (1917)
Poem (collection "Renascence and Other Poems")
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Privacy 
Tribute to: Saint Vincent Millay, Edna 
 

The revolving stars

run their show in outer space --


without a juggler.


Sterren draaien rondDie Sterne drehen
in de show van het heelal --in der Show des Weltalls --
zonder een jongleur.ohne ein Jongleur.

Poem H2604
Amsterdam, 2019-11-10

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Beginning: origin 
 

Needs are authentic,

if they are unfulfilled, they --


can't be thought away.


Behoeften zijn echt,Bedürfnisse sind
als ze onvervuld blijvenecht, wenn sie unerfüllt sind --
denk je ze niet weg.denkt man sie nicht weg.

Poem S0973
Amsterdam, 2019-11-23

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Need 
 

Farmlands and pastures,

with the crops and the livestock --


it is peace, right there.


Akkers en weiden,Felder und Wiesen,
de gewassen en het vee --die Nutzpflanzen und das Vieh --
daar is het vrede.dort gibt es Frieden.

Poem H2633
Amsterdam, 2019-11-23

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Peace: order 
 

Zywa Weaving springs

It has already been two weeks
since we wrote to each other, rejoiced
weaving springs into a poem

about love in which we mix ourselves
with the candour of a friend
and our need for being connected

You rhyme with me
into an ethereal love, we create
daisies in waving fields

with kissing gates in the hawthorn
the golden keys shine
upon our hearts

Come in and play, dance
blind man's buff, reach and touch
each other's soul

Poem 2525
Amsterdam, 2019-12-02

Blind man's buff (blindfold tag) is an ancient game, popular with the wealthy bourgeoisie in the 18th century, in response to the decency norm that physical contact is prohibited
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Together: connected 
Dedicated to: Sylvia F C 
 

Peace on earth can be

a blanket of snow crystals --


for the sleeping fox.


Vrede op aardeFriede auf Erden
kan een deken van sneeuw zijn --kann eine Schneedecken sein --
voor de vos die slaapt.für den Fuchs der schläft.

Poem H2644
Amsterdam, 2019-12-12

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Peace: temporary 
Keyword: Animals: fox 
Dedicated to: Florentin dK 
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
 

Poem 2661
Amsterdam, 2020-01-30

The good life (Federico Fellini) (1960)
Film "La dolce vita"
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: In love: exploration 
Tribute to: Fellini, Federico 
 

Around the sun I

soul, and I am hot and cold --


within my balance.


Ik ziel om de zonIch seele um die
en ik heb het heet en koud --Sonne, mir ist heiß und kalt --
binnen mijn balans.in dem Gleichgewicht.

Poem H2686
Amsterdam, 2020-04-13

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Balance: 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa The Fly

Humans can be strong
like a bear, with a gun

or a cannon, and swim
like the fastest fish, with sails

or a motor, they can
even fly with large wings

that don't need to strike
and therefore are not real wings

An airplane is a thing
the true flyer is the Fly

All birds are jealous of it
because it wears the crown

of its name, credit
where credit is due: the Fly

Poem 2963
Amsterdam, 2020-04-26

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Language 
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
 

He's a man, a life:

Mifune-san, Toshiro --


Nothing. Everything.


Een man, een leven:Ein Mann, ein Leben:
Mifune-san, Toshiro --Mifune-san, Toshiro --
Niets. Daarom alles.Nichts. Deshalb alles.

Poem H2699
Amsterdam, 2020-05-07

The perfection of total dedication, even if everything continues as if it doesn't matter
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Time: temporality 
Tribute to: Mifune, Toshiro 
 

Being there, that's it,

he smiles at me, gardens live --


and are never done.


Er zijn, dat is het,Dasein, das ist es,
glimlacht de tuinman, een tuin --lächelt er, ein Garten lebt --
leeft en is nooit af.und ist nie fertig.

Poem H2705
Amsterdam, 2020-05-12

Movie "Being there" (1979)
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: experience 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
Tribute to: Sellers, Peter 
 

The odour, a mix

of earth and decaying leaves --


of both life and death.


De gemengde geurDer Duft von Erde
van aarde en rottend blad --und verrottende Blättern --
van leven en dood.von Leben und Tod.

Poem H2708
Amsterdam, 2020-05-19

Forest air, earthy odour (geosmin)
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: experience 
Keyword: Death: and life 
 

You, unhappy one,

life is hard, you just have to --


make it together.


Ongelukkige,Du Unglücklicher,
het leven is hard, je moet --leben ist schwer, du musst es --
het samen redden.zusammen schaffen.

Poem H2709
Amsterdam, 2020-05-29

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Together: social 
 

Ancient chemistry:

his pipette squirts elixir --


into her retort.


Oeroude chemie:Urchemie: seine
zijn pipet spuit elixer --Pipette spritzt Elixier --
diep in haar retort.in ihren Kolben.

Poem H2719
Amsterdam, 2020-06-12

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Love: sex 
 

To live is to feel

that you're losing what you get --


but Goodness remains.


Leven is voelenLeben heißt fühlen:
dat je kwijtraakt wat je krijgt --man verliert, was man bekommt --
alleen Goedheid blijft.nur die Güte bleibt.

Poem H2769
Amsterdam, 2020-08-19

Monologue "Slanter, the Evil Tongue"
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Help: goodness 
 

The hilly country

gives us to drink from its lap --


heavenly nectar.


De heuvels gevenDie Hügel geben
ons te drinken uit hun schoot --zu trinken aus ihrem Schoß --
hemelse nectar.himmlischer Nektar.

Poem H2785
Amsterdam, 2020-10-02

Between the two Imose hills ("Sister-Brother") flows the river Yoshino
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Earth: mother 
 

We have a picnic,

together on a blanket --


we are eating peace.


Op een kleed zittenAuf einer Decke:
we te picknicken, samen --unser Picknick, zusammen --
eten we vrede.essen wir Frieden.

Poem H2810
Amsterdam, 2020-10-12

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Peace: 
 

Zywa

Metamorphic body (Qiflow)
It does not need
me, no matter what
I do, leave and think


It is
It flows
or gathers


If I surrender
and let It go by Itself
without having to do anything


I become conscious of It
I experience It
thoughtlessly


soul in the Soul
flow with the Flow
a metamorphic body of It


I breathe and perceive
It, where It
does not flow It will flow

Poem 3280
Amsterdam, 2020-11-14

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Reiki^ 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Because it is that way

Broken contact, what can you
say about it, do you have to
talk about missing it?

Having lost someone
who is still there, but never with you
not as it could have been

Having our own lives, you
because you decided so
and I because it is that way

If it wasn't so
we would feel
what we don't feel now

mutuality, togetherness
a sideshow though, yes
we let life flow

It can go around obstacles
it does not need any comment
and no afterword

Poem 3282
Amsterdam, 2020-11-14

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Missing:  
Dedicated to: Tessel vB 
 

What is old and spent

in me? What can germinate?


How shall I live on?


Wat is oud en opWas ist ausgenutzt
in mij? Wat kan ontkiemen?in mir? Was kann auskiemen?
Hoe wil ik leven?Wie will ich leben?

Poem H2833
Amsterdam, 2020-11-24

Self-knowledge
New Year

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Identity:  
 

Just look, there is more

to see among the branches --


in the winteryard.


Kijk maar, er is meerSchau mal, es gibt mehr
te zien tussen de takken --drüben zwischen den Zweigen --
in de wintertuin.im Wintergarten.

Poem H2864
Amsterdam, 2020-12-21

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Attention: observe 
Dedicated to: Marlies D 
Dedicated to: Christel H 
Dedicated to: Benny B 
 

Keep feeling alive,

that's just what it's all about --


your body does know.


Onderweg voelenEs geht ja darum,
dat je leeft, daar gaat het om --sich lebendig zu fühlen --
je lichaam weet dat.das weiß dein Körper.

Poem H2866
Amsterdam, 2020-12-21

"Zywa"
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: experience 
Dedicated to: Ellen H 
 

I dont know how'much

longer, but now, I'm with you --


now, I laugh with you.


Ik weet niet hoe langWer weiß wie lange
nog, maar nu zit ik bij jou --noch, aber jetzt bin ich hier --
nu lach ik met jou.lache ich mit dir.

Poem H2878
Amsterdam, 2020-12-30

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Attention: for someone 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Zywa

I write my life
book, not on paper --
in many heads

I record who I am
and what I experience, just like you
I forget the future

There is no death in me
hormones run off and on
cell growers renew me

and I don't smell of decay
only of cheerfulness
and my desire

to live untroubled
in a home without worries
with dearcat and orphan plants

my heart full of garlands
and flowers scenting of contact
gently touching you

to be touched
by your hands
by your attention

Poem 3525
Amsterdam, 2021-03-01

Zywa = alive, vivid
Attention is like sunshine
Hormone = bringing-in-motion
Cytokine = cell-mover, cell-grower

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: lust (enthusiasm) 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

With insight into

human nature you also --


understand yourself.


Met mensenkennisMit Menschenkenntnis
begrijp je naast anderen --kannst du neben anderen --
misschien ook jezelf.auch dich selbst kennen.

Poem H2911
Amsterdam, 2021-03-07

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Self-knowledge 
 

Peep at my figure,

with the wind wild in my hair --


I'm fearlessly free.


Begluur mijn figuur,Belauer mich schon,
de wind wild in mijn haren --der Wind in meinen Haaren --
ik ben vrij, niet bang.ich bin furchtlos frei.

Poem S1150
Amsterdam, 2021-03-21

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Freedom: 
 

Poem 3762
Amsterdam, 2021-04-28

Claviceps purpurea (Ergot) and Hyoscyamus niger (Henbane) were used as a psychedelic agent (LSD) respectively in Eleusis (1500 BC - 400 AD) and Pompeii (650 BC - 79 AD)
LSD = LysergSäure Diethylamid

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Death:  
Keyword: Bible^ 
 

Zywa Body

There was a girl looking at me
when I walked in for water
Distant rapture in her eyes

I took slow steps
with high knees, and along
I waved with long wayang arms

Like an office ballerina
from the Ministry of Silly Walks
I offered her the glass of water

A little later I took her hand
I pulled her up, closed my eyes
and unleashed my skin and my muscles

My voice takes part
and my weight moves
like air, sometimes I flow

out and I squirm
across the ground like a pig
or I jump bursts around

until I get thirsty
ease off little by little
and slowly open my eyes

Poem 3765
Amsterdam, 2021-04-29

John Cleese (Monty Python) in 1970
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Body: and mind 
Tribute to: Monty Python 
 

The future hides it-

self like a chameleon --


in the blackest black.


De toekomst verbergtDie Zukunft verbirgt
zich als een kameleon --sich wie ein Chamäleon --
in het zwartste zwart.im schwärzesten Schwarz.

Poem H2973
Amsterdam, 2021-06-24

The blackest black is Dark Chamaleon Dimers (specific dimers)
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Future:  
 

The longer you live,

the less you care about it --


what you think of it.


Hoe langer je leeft,Je länger du lebst,
hoe minder je eraan hecht --desto weniger schätzt du --
wat je ervan vindt.was du davon denkst.

Poem H2985
Amsterdam, 2021-07-08

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Letting go 
 

All my life it is

mysterious that I think --


with all my body.


Levenslang is hetSo geheimnisvoll:
geheimzinnig dat ik denk --mein ganzer Körper ersinnt --
met heel mijn lichaam.meine Gedanken.

Poem H3002
Amsterdam, 2021-08-07

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Awareness: senses 
 

Life gives me a lot,

and I still have no idea --


who is the giver.


Het leven geeft veel,Das Leben gibt viel,
en het blijft me een raadsel --und es bleibt mir ein Rätsel --
wie de schenker is.wer der Schenker ist.

Poem H3040
Amsterdam, 2021-09-10

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Receiving 
 

In semidarkness

the cat strides from low to high --


over the white keys.


In het halfduisterDie Katze schreitet
schrijdt de kat van laag naar hoog --im Zwielicht von tief zu hoch --
over de toetsen.über die Tasten.

Poem H3048
Amsterdam, 2021-09-19

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Music: sound 
Keyword: Animals: cat 
 

Zywa My world tree

Under my skull, my heaven firmament
is a world tree branching off
and that is me

Memories live there
in flashes of time
bounced at

from outside, here and there
lighting up to a memory
field, all sorts of things

in a fluent wave simultaneously
actively present, to muster
to be or not to be

a world of possibilities
all true for a second
or false and unnoticed

when the light extinguishes
and the flash of my knowing
hooks on to another memory

Poem 3943
Amsterdam, 2021-09-22

Consciousness as a series of quantum processes in the fractal structure of the neuron network of the brain
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Awareness: connection 
 

Zywa Older than I am

I do know it is me
that woman I don't know
that friendly but strange

face, which is also on photos
with a wide mouth, with folds
crow's feet and high temples

that do not match, not with me
not with my hands, that eagerly
touch life

Only the eyes of others
are used to the mask
that I cannot take off

Even my own sister
is not surprised, she knows me
older than I am

Poem 3949
Amsterdam, 2021-09-24

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Old age: process 
Keyword: Identity: self-image 
 

In all its colours,

life keeps unfolding in us --


deep within our soul.


In al zijn kleurenDas Leben faltet
plooit het leven zich in ons --Farben in unsren Augen --
diep in onze ziel.in unsrer Seele.

Poem H3057
Amsterdam, 2021-10-07

Baby (Gustav Klimt) (1917)
Baby in the cradle
Zywa: at the birth of Harper Elizabeth Engwerda on September 14th, 2021

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Psyche 
Tribute to: Klimt, Gustav 
 

Zywa White soul

My heart never stops
it goes to the end

within the trinity of time
from the green dawn
of the day, getting myself
on my feet, rising again
from my destiny

jumping back into the stream
of experiences with the power
of my passion, swimming a stroke
every now and then, drifting along
a little and letting a lot pass

beauty and cruelty, waves
of feelings and caresses
of life under the foam
of my consciousness, the white soul
of time

Poem 4002
Amsterdam, 2021-10-09

Rajas (Change) - Tamas (Maintenance) - Sattva (Being)
Rajas (red, passion, will) - nature's dynamic lust for life
Tamas (green, body) - the passive structure of nature
Sattva (white, soul) - the balanced whole of nature

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: experience 
 

The vast drowned country

has become a paradise --


full of water birds.


Het verdronken land:Ertrunkenes Land:
een paradijs geworden --ein Paradies geworden --
vol watervogels.mit Wasservögeln.

Poem H3076
Train Amsterdam-Alkmaar, 2021-10-22

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Paradise 
 

The yellow-brown waves

of the muddy murky surf:


crowned fizzingly white.


Geelbruine golvenGelbbraune Wellen
van de troebele branding:der schlammig-trüben Brandung:
bruisend wit bekroond.sprudelnd weiß gekrönt.

Poem H3105
Egmond aan Zee, 2021-10-28

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Beach 
 

Skew mirror image,

from our dual unity --


We seem so twisted.


Ons spiegelbeeld trektUnser Spiegelbild
scheef van onze twee-eenheid --ist schief von der Zwei-Einheit --
We lijken verknipt.Wir scheinen verdreht.

Poem S1301
Amsterdam, 2021-12-27

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Love: unity / universal 
Dedicated to: Mark H 
Dedicated to: Marijke T 
 

If there's a nothing,

it remains nothing, things are --


evolved out of things.


Als er een niets is,Wenn es ein Nichts gibt,
blijft het niets, want iets is iets --bleibt es nichts, etwas entsteht --
dat ontstond uit iets.immer aus etwas.

Poem H3161
Amsterdam, 2021-12-28

On nature (Parmenides) (-455)
Didactic poem "De natura"
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Beginning: origin 
Tribute to: Parmenides 
 

The clouds are the blood

of planet Earth, my mother --


the blood of my blood.


Wolken zijn het bloedWolken sind das Blut
van de Aarde, mijn moeder --der Erde, meiner Mutter --
het bloed van mijn bloed.Blut meines Blutes.

Poem H3174
Amsterdam, 2022-01-10

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Earth: mother 
 

Zywa Last goodbye

Last goodbye
over the merlons, stepping stones
and not afraid to fall

I know that the water is cold
and flowing dreadfully fast
with pointed stones

fluctuating at unclear depths
nothing wrong
as long as I don't look down

and someone has to come and help me
because my body can't do
what it thinks

cannot float as if
I am standing on the solid ground
as dangerous and safe

as life, but if I let go
everything is possible, everything is
and I am free

Poem 4489
Amsterdam, 2022-05-25

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Goodbye: dying / death 
 

Zywa Sun within the walls

Domestic happiness together
a farewell from time to time
and then a child comes in

No men in our arms
no fuss, we say
to the teenager among us

Forgetting the world
forgotten by the world
being free

within the walls
eternal sunshine
in my spotless mind

As a temple, cleansed
with the wind, which takes
away what is not possible

with the water from the holy well
the sacrificial barley cakes of the earth
and the always burning fire in the hearth

the eternal stream
within the walls
of my life

Poem 4568
Amsterdam, 2022-07-04

Alexander Pope (London 1688-1744) about the Vestal Virgins in his poem "Eloisa to Abelard" (1717) on Abelard and Héloïse:
207 How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
208 The world forgetting, by the world forgot:
209 Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
210 Each prayer accepted, and each wish resign'd;
211 Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Freedom: mental 
Keyword: Time: eternity 
 

There's another pile

of small gradual changes --


Another year passed.


Een nieuwe stapelEin neuer Stapel
kleine veranderingen --kleiner Veränderungen --
Weer een jaar voorbij.des letzten Jahres.

Poem H3390
Amsterdam, 2022-07-18

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Change: process 
 

Night, melancholy

after all these timeless hours --


that had a future.


De avond, weemoedDer Abend, Wehmut
naar de tijdloze uren --nach den zeitlosen Stunden --
die toekomst hadden.mit einer Zukunft.

Poem H3396
Amsterdam, 2022-07-30

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Old age: melancholy 
 

My metamorphic

body has become meagre --


transparent by now.


Mijn wissellichaamMein Wechselkörper
verdwijnt, mijn buik wordt mager --schwindet, der Bauch wird mager --
is al doorzichtig.ist schon durchscheinend.

Poem H3397
Amsterdam, 2022-07-30

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Old age: ailments 
 

Repairs all the time,

to stay myself, my meta-


morphical body.


Aldoor reparatiesImmer die Wartung,
om te blijven wie ik ben:um zu bleiben, wer ich bin:
mijn wissellichaam.mein Wechselkörper.

Poem H3398
Amsterdam, 2022-07-30

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Body: functioning 
 

My metamorphic

body dies of the glutton --


of colonisers.


Mijn wissellichaamMein Wechselkörper
sterft aan kanker, de veelvraat --stirbt an Krebs, dieser Vielfraß --
van kolonisten.von Kolonisten.

Poem S1488
Amsterdam, 2022-07-30

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Colonialism 
 

Just metamorphic

bodies are we, hovering --


between fear and death.


WissellichamenWir sind nur Wechsel-
zijn wij, hulpeloos zwevend --körper, die hilflos schweben --
tussen dood en vrees.zwischen Furcht und Tod.

Poem H3414
Amsterdam, 2022-08-12

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: stream (on the way) 
Keyword: Death: and life 
 

Zywa Happy End

The fulfillment of a wish
is a brief happiness, a happy
ending, when you die after it
or get started, with something new
a next phase or a next step

For a lasting Happy End, the hereafter
has been invented, and the consolation
one derives from descendants
with the thought that later, some day
everything will be fine

Till you're going to understand
that life seems pointless
because everything goes on
without general happiness ahead

but that we can also do without
the high of an illusion and go along
with the stream and its dynamics
that never close anything

Poem 4676
Amsterdam, 2022-09-16

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: course (end) 
 

I'm calm and quiet,

just as the windless world is --


in the autumn sun.


Ik ben even stilIch bin genauso
als de windstille wereld --still wie die windstille Welt --
in de najaarszon.in der Herbstsonne.

Poem H3494
Berg en Dal, 2022-10-11

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Calm: harmony 
 

The blue, green and red:

heaven, hilltops and valleys --


and the park benches.


Het blauw, groen en rood:Das Blau, Grün und Rot:
hemel, heuvels en dalen --Himmel, Hügel und Täler --
en de parkbanken.und die Parkbänke.

Poem H3495
Berg en Dal, 2022-10-11

In the past the temples were red
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Harmony: balance 
 

Remaining open-

minded is an advanced art --


of living, no doubt.


OnbevangenheidUnbefangenheit
behouden is levenskunst --ist eine Lebenskunst für --
voor gevorderden.Fortgeschrittene.

Poem H3529
Amsterdam, 2022-10-25

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Openness 
Dedicated to: Margot F 
 

The scent of autumn

in the town park, I relax --


with deep breaths of peace.


De geur van herfstDer Duft des Herbstes
in het park, ik ontspan me --im Park, ich entspanne mich --
en adem vrede.und atme Frieden.

Poem H3539
Amsterdam, 2022-10-29

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Harmony: relaxation 
 

Just become little

to really get great enough --


for humility.


Je moet klein wordenMan muss klein werden,
om echt groot genoeg te zijn --um ja groß genug zu sein --
voor bescheidenheid.für Bescheidenheit.

Poem S1590
Amsterdam, 2022-12-02

The Shrinking Man (Richard Matheson) (1956)
Novel
Film "The incredible shrinking man" (1957, Jack Arnold)
Depletion of the earth by humanity

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Simplicity 
Tribute to: Matheson, Richard 
Tribute to: Arnold, Jack 
 

Zywa Concurrence

The hour has struck
Immediately we forget the time
and wish each other all the best
and boredom

that blessed can do everything
with the peaceful ticking
of grandma's clock without the hands
of an agenda that calls Action!

New Year, the realization
that time in ourselves never passes
In one body we are years
of experiences that are not closed

but do themselves well
on new discoveries and occasionally
set us thinking
about how it all comes together

Poem 4903
Amsterdam, 2023-01-01

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Time: lifetime 
Keyword: New Year^ 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Action, reaction,

the earth is just what it is --


without creator.


Actie, reactie,Aktion, Reaktion,
de aarde is wat ze is --die Erde ist, was sie ist --
zonder een maker.ohne Hersteller.

Poem H3639
Amsterdam, 2023-01-02

In reference to the movie title "Werk ohne Autor" ("Work without a maker" [released as "Never Look Away"], 2018, Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck)
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Earth: biosphere 
 

I am so happy

to see the billions of stars --


and not hear their noise!


Ik ben gelukkigIch bin froh, dass ich
dat ik de sterren zie en --die Sterne sehe und nicht --
hun herrie niet hoor!ihren Lärm höre!

Poem H3672
Amsterdam, 2023-01-16

Asteroseismology
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Universe 
Dedicated to: Zoe T 
 

Be a uomo

universale at last --


and then: retirement.


Mens zijn, uomoMensch sein, uomo
universale worden --universale werden --
en dan: het pensioen.und dann: die Rente.

Poem H3676
Amsterdam, 2023-01-17

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: course (end) 
 

From clouds from spitfire

the green mountain hails itself --


a dress of ashes.


Uit wolken uit vuurWolken aus Feuer,
hagelt de groene spitsberg --der grüne Berg hagelt sich --
zich een kleed van as.ein Kleid aus Asche.

Poem H3678
Amsterdam, 2023-01-20

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Nature: elements 
 

Great, swimming at night,

alone in the silent lake --


black trees around me.


Nachts zwemmen, alleen, 'sNachts schwimmen, allein
in het stille meer, omringd --im stillen See, umgeben --
door zwarte bomen.von schwarzen Bäumen.

Poem H3739
Amsterdam, 2023-02-21

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Night 
Keyword: Silence 
 

ThereHere and ThenNow,

enigma of dimensions --


TaiJi, TwoOneness.


DaarHier en ToenNu,DortHier, DamalsJetzt,
het raadsel van dimensies --Rätsel der Dimensionen --
TaiJi, TweeEenheid.TaiJi, ZweiEinheit.

Poem H3758
Amsterdam, 2023-03-19

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Awareness: reality 
Keyword: Universe 
 

Causes and effects,

implicated in something --


like the One and All.


Oorzaak en gevolg,Ursache, Wirkung,
besloten in zoiets als --implizit in etwas wie --
het Ene Alles.das Eine Alles.

Poem H3759
Amsterdam, 2023-03-19

Singularity
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Knowledge: science 
Keyword: Universe 
 

Zywa Hologram of the universe

All the elements that we arrange
in the Periodic Table, the very first
bacteria and also we humans
are creators of the universe

In time and space we transform
the energy and co-write
the imperishable facts
on the edges of black holes

That information already existed
as Creator
giving it space and time
with a big bang

It's inconceivably
and inseparably both
energy and information
are aspects of each other

My mind doesn't get that
Even if in deep meditation
my consciousness unites
with all that exists, I am ignorant

Poem 5106
Amsterdam, 2023-03-20

On the Origin of Time (Thomas Hertog) (2023)
The "Akashic Records", a theosophical concept of Charles Leadbeater and Alice Bailey, later used by Rudolf Steiner, based on the book "The Secret Doctrine: The Synthesis of Science, Religion and Philosophy" on cosmogenesis (1888) by Helena Blavatsky
Cosmology in the study "On the Origin of Time: Stephen Hawking's Final Theory" (2023, Thomas Hertog)
See also poem 1069. Quiet beholding (February 23rd, 2017), the translation of 0522. Stille aanschouwing (November 29th, 2015)
Samadhi: mindless absorption in Being

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Awareness: connection 
Keyword: Universe 
Tribute to: Hertog, Thomas 
Tribute to: Blavatsky, Helena 
 

Our home is: the earth.

People come from their childhood --


not from a country.


Thuis is: de aarde.Heim ist: die Erde.
We komen niet uit een land --Man stammt aus seiner Kindheit --
maar uit onze jeugd.nicht aus einem Land.

Poem H3829
Amsterdam, 2023-05-25

I remember all your dreams (René Frégni) (2016)
To the statement "On n'est pas d'un pays, on est de son enfance" ("We are not from a country, we are from our childhood" in the poetic short story collection "Je me souviens de tous vos rêves"
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: People: mankind 
Keyword: Earth: mother 
Tribute to: Fregni, Rene 
 

My body gets old,

my mind thinks to be still young --


thinks it is more me.


Mijn lichaam wordt oud,Mein Körper wird alt,
mijn geest denkt nog jong te zijn --mein Geist denkt, er sei noch jung --
denkt meer mij te zijn.denkt, er sei mehr ich.

Poem S1832
Amsterdam, 2023-07-27

Mind-body dualism
The harmony of accepting your own body as it is

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Body: and mind 
 

Coming to an end,

familiar shops close, closing --


my lifetime as well.


Het loopt op zijn eind,Es geht zu Ende,
vertrouwde winkels sluiten --vertraute Läden schließen --
ook mijn leven af.ja auch mein Leben.

Poem H4021
Amsterdam, 2023-08-10

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: course (end) 
 

The Zen teacher takes

my watercolour, lays it --


in the drizzling rain.


De zenleraar legtDer Zen-Lehrer legt
mijn aquarel netjes neer --mein Aquarell ordentlich --
in de motregen.in den Sprühregen.

Poem H4046
Amsterdam, 2023-08-17

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Time: temporality 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

My thoughts: still youthful,

my eagerness: middle-aged --


my muscles: grown old.


Mijn gedachten: jong,Die Gedanken: jung,
mijn gretigheid: middelbaar,die Begierde: mittlere,
mijn spieren: bejaard.die Muskeln: bejahrt.

Poem H4072
Amsterdam, 2023-08-24

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Old age: ailments 
 

The black trees, so bare,

short, and even more eerie:


this total silence.


De zwarte bomen,Die schwarzen Bäume,
kaal en nog griezeliger:kahl und noch unheimlicher:
totale stilte.völlige Stille.

Poem H4105
Amsterdam, 2023-09-04

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Earth: biosphere 
Keyword: Silence 
 

I still feel quite fit,

but tired in my head, let me --


sleep, sleep forever.


Ik voel me wel fit,Ich fühle mich fit,
maar moe in mijn hoofd, laat me --nur müde im Kopf, lass mich --
slapen, inslapen.schlafen, einschlafen.

Poem H4178
Amsterdam, 2023-09-23

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: course (end) 
 

It is visible

in the shadows, we are one --


piece: the chair creature.


Aan de schaduwenAn den Schatten kann
zie je het goed, uit één stuk --man es erkennen, wir sind --
zijn we: de stoelmens.ein Guss: der Stuhlmensch.

Poem H4184
Amsterdam, 2023-09-29

In the Organpark on September 29th, 2023
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Culture: way of living 
 

I step from pile to

pile up to the city wall:


the office massif.


Ik stap van paal opIch schreite von Pfahl
paal af op de stadsmuur, het --zu Pfahl auf die Mauer zu --
kantorenmassief.das Büromassiv.

Poem S1963
Amsterdam, 2023-10-19

Breakwater in de East River, at Pier 4 Beach
"The Walled City", Brooklyn (New York), in the past: the warehouses along the waterfront, now: the high office blocks
[Photo of Henk Ovink, taken by Cynthia van Elk]

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: City (stone & steel) 
Keyword: UsA% 
Tribute to: Van Elk, Cynthia 
 

Zywa Patterns

Whether they were clouds
birds, or tea leaves
people searched
under the tides, the seasons

and the migration of the flocks
for more
patterns as a hold
against sudden dangers

That is their own
pattern, I too
can be myself
and rely

on evolutionary wisdom
which with all the stupidity
and adversity will continue
to make the best of it

and on the resources
developed from the need
for everything going to be okay
even if it is not possible

Poem 5351
Amsterdam, 2023-10-29

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Order: pattern 
Dedicated to: Marije S 
 

Under the bottom

the star clusters angrily --


stare at the people.


Onder de bodemUnter dem Boden
staren de sterrenclusters --starren die Sternenschwärme --
boos naar de mensen.wütend auf die Welt.

Poem S1987
Amsterdam, 2023-11-01

Jesus is crossed (Marlene Dumas) (1983)
Painting "Jesus is boos"
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Fantasy: imagination 
Tribute to: Dumas, Marlene 
 

1000 years old, still

being a living statue:


the Wicked Step Queen.


1000 jaar oud nog1000 Jahre alt
altijd een levend standbeeld:als lebende Statue:
de stiefkoningin.die Stiefkönigin.

Poem S2011
Amsterdam, 2023-11-24

The Living Statue. A Legend (Günter Grass) (2006)
To commemorate Uta van Ballenstedt (c. 1000-1046), married to Margrave Ekkehard II of Meißen, as one of the founders of the Naumburg Cathedral her statue was put on the facade; Walt Disney based the looks of Snow White's Evil Queen on this statue
Tale "Figurenstehen. Eine Legende" (published in 2023)

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Education 
Tribute to: Grass, Guenter 
 

We enjoy working

together, friendship, then, now --


a magical time.


Met plezier werkenZusammenarbeit,
wij samen, vriendschap, toen, nu --Freundschaft, damals und heute --
een magische tijd.magische Zeiten.

Poem H4400
Amsterdam, 2023-12-26

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Friendship: action 
Dedicated to: Hans J 
Dedicated to: Carla B 
 

Zywa Fission fungus

Leave me alone
until I'm human again
and pretend

you didn't guess
didn't say out loud
what I'm keeping secret

: the fission fungus
that tears everything
in two in my head

I am done for, I can't
exist anymore, I'll go crazy
or become zombie

I know
you don't want it
you don't want to say goodbye

Come into my arms
my thirst cannot be quenched
and you must live on

Poem 5416
Amsterdam, 2024-01-23

recently (Anjet Daanje) (2016)
Psychoses in untreated bipolar disorder
Novel "jl." (the title also refers to the character Juno Linnaarts), chapter September 23rd, 2011

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Disease: psycho-soma 
Tribute to: Daanje, Anjet 
 

The mushrooms shoot up

rapidly and then unfold --


their pointed gnome hat.


De paddenstoelenDie Pilze schießen
schieten op en ontvouwen --empor und entfalten dann --
hun kaboutermuts.ihren Gnomenhut.

Poem H4457
Amsterdam, 2024-01-24

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Nature: fungus 
 

Zywa Living on grounds, streets, and quays

The big money rolls outside
the city centre
within the canal district
permits are skimming it

Modern is demolished
or banned, cars
colossi and rush food
for selfie tourists

There are gardens in the water
and on the roofs of the boats
the hollyhocks on the facades
have multiplied exotically

Archaeologists of our own time
sample the exposed sand
between the foundations
for the future

Poem 5419
Amsterdam, 2024-02-18

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: City (plants) 
Keyword: Amsterdam% 
 

Beady eyes, his beard

jutting out: he is steadfast --


So go around him.


Kraalogen, zijn baardPerlenaugen, Bart
vooruit: hij is standvastig --ragt nach vorn: er ist standhaft --
Je moet om hem heen.Geh um ihn herum.

Poem H4524
Amsterdam, 2024-02-18

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Reason: estimate 
 

Zywa Temple in the forest

Today, an excursion to a temple
somewhere further along the river
and we don't take anything with us

although no one seems to be there
so there will be no daily rites
This must be a lesson

We walk single file
through the forest, we walk
over the edge

of a basin, we are there
in the middle of the temple
a row of orange flags

in the open cave
of the waterfalls
of time

which overwhelm me
and carry me away, for a week
I can't be found

Only the forest sees me
while my body meditates
and does not know that I exist

Poem 5449
Amsterdam, 2024-03-06

Samsara (Lois Patiño) (2023)
Film; novices in orange robes visit a semicircular amphitheatre with waterfalls
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Religion: holiness 
Keyword: Laos% 
Keyword: Meditation 
 

Zywa Almost touchable / Painted skin

We wear face masks
while she is working
and I see myself
transforming, changing colour

into a super being
blue as a goddess
the deterioration of my body
well camouflaged
seemingly charmed away

The question is what do I want
to show, what classification do I want
to be free from, the sick, the kind
of people with clothes like I wear?

What does the paint show
in the shape of my skin?
Myself, almost touchable?
Before strange eyes
I could not be more intimate

Poem 5467
Amsterdam, 2024-03-24

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Body: decline 
Keyword: Self-image 
 

Long robes turn people

into imitation ghosts --


having no bodies.


Lange gewadenLange Gewänder
maken van mensen spoken --machen Menschen zu Geistern --
zonder een lichaam.Keine Körper mehr.

Poem S2157
Amsterdam, 2024-03-25

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Clothes 
Keyword: Spirit / Ghost(s) 
 

Zywa Young wood

archetype birch

bare or green
forest light of spring

forest not really being
forest wood

young wood
promise

that became desire
though you have to get on

youth
memories

Poem 1045
Amsterdam, 2017-02-19

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Spring^ 
 

Zywa Mummy look

She waves to me: mummy look
She plays in the grass, the earth is turning
She shouts throughout summer and rains

from white sand to black sand
She is a little pig, gruntgrunt
and one more time, one more time

One two see sour sive
singers she has, and dirty seet
that climb everything: mummy look

Her hands want to take everything
feeling the whole grown-up life
herself, caution, it is hot

She drags my bag with her like a lady
She likes sweet gruel and bread
without crust, cheeks with peanut butter

She cheers for the gnomes: mummy look
who always come to help her
at night when she sleeps

Poem 1674
Amsterdam, 2018-02-14

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Attention: attract 
 

Emperors on their

pedestals look over me --


into an old time.


Keizers op sokkelsKaiser auf Sockeln
kijken ver over mij heen --blicken über mich hinweg --
naar een oude tijd.in alte Zeiten.

Poem H0174
Nijmegen, 2012-01-15

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Past 
Keyword: Honour / Fame 
 

Zywa In heaven

World citizens run around
Busy parasites in the thin crust
of earth

kept at work by her
and digested in her. She sweats decay
from her pores, a delicious smell

healthy to live in, but intoxicating:
some think they are astronauts
on spaceship Earth

They race nearly 800,000 kilometers
per hour along with the sun, spinning
a pirouette at 1,670 kilometers

per hour. Say them goodbye
adieu, whatever that means
wish them a pleasant journey

to heaven
and upon arrival the realization
that they already were there

Poem 1055
Amsterdam, 2017-02-21

Adieu = à Dieu (vos comant) = to God (I recommend you)
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: People: mankind 
 

Zywa Mesocosmos

The sky is blue and cold today
as if the atmosphere is thinner
and I can sense the void

under which the houses are small
and low, meaningless
fleeting and interchangeable

The old timber factory seems to be leaking
On the right side of the base
smoke rises from the building

as if a reversed draught
through the black chimney hole
absorbs, from distant stars, seas
of gigawatts of power for the city

Poem 157
Amsterdam, 2010-11-16

Jacob van Lennepkade, Amsterdam
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Earth: biosphere 
Keyword: Amsterdam% 
 

Zywa The counting-house

Drops of passion trickle down
through the counting-house, it's time
to live, but how?

Shall I travel
to a beautiful story
and conquer that place?

Shall I sail over the seas
of feelings or fly over them
and ponder

where I want to land
where there is a task
for my wishes

and create a space there
which I do not yet know
so that I arrive somewhere

I didn't go to?

Poem 2211
Amsterdam, 2019-04-20

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Passion 
 

Zywa Timespace adventures

Om-heavy waves crush
the interiors of mountains of stars
to seas of powderpure sand seed

and liquid toxins, they vibrate
them together into form adventures
sometimes a placenta

It couldn't go otherwise
than it is going on
the creation, the koan

of drawing forms
from nothingness
and the time in between

If, yes than it would have turned
out differently, but we live in this way
a raft on liquid fire

a thin crust around
blood substances and blood toxins
full of swarming tests

multiples, the unstable
with a beginning and an end
an end and a beginning

Poem 1067
Amsterdam, 2017-02-23

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Universe 
 

Bell strokes vibrate

over the canal, you feel --


time's elusiveness.


Klokslagen trillenDie Glockenschläge
over de gracht, maken tijd --vibrieren, machen die Zeit --
voelbaar ongrijpbaar.tastbar ungreifbar.

Poem H0304
Train Terborg-Amsterdam, 2012-06-30

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Time 
 

City on the hill,

in between heaven and earth --


a port by the sea.


Stad op de heuvel,Stadt auf dem Hügel,
tussen hemel en aarde --zwischen Himmel und Erde --
een haven aan zee.ein Hafen am Meer.

Poem H2312
Amsterdam, 2018-11-04

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Balance: 
 

Zywa Courage

Everyone is brave, really
because all people have a heart

where friends and wishes live
and secrets, and passions

maybe not all four, but
the rooms are never empty

Hearts beat for their guests
and the whole body exists

to protect them
with obliged courage

This is an unknown secret
that only a few do understand

Poem 1997
Amsterdam, 2018-12-16

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Courage 
Dedicated to: Ellen dM 
 

A group like loose grains

is open for everyone --


to participate.


Een groep als los zandGerade Gruppen
staat voor iedereen open --wie loser Sand sind offen --
om deel te nemen.dran teil zu nehmen.

Poem H2342
Amsterdam, 2019-01-03

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Together: group 
 

Cauliflower, figs,

the dissecting room kitchen:


I cut brains and hearts.


Bloemkool en vijgen,Blumenkohl, Feigen,
de keuken is mijn snijzaal:die Anatomieküche:
hersenen, harten.Gehirn und Herzen.

Poem H2752
Amsterdam, 2020-06-24

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Knowledge: thoughts 
 

I watch the bubbles

in the water, the eggs cook --


they're dancing around.


Ik kook eieren,Ich koche Eier,
luchtbellen in het water --im Wasser immer mehr Luft-
om in te dansen.blasen zum Tanzen.

Poem H3178
Amsterdam, 2022-01-20

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Life: energy 
 

Zywa I live what lives

My mind has remained empty
no voice, no inspirations
nothing divine, just
what was already there
what I have found

I peeled, viewed
the persistent thoughts
with which I was raised
the many lies that bind me
to a false image of who I am

of us and the others
as strangers of each other
who I should fear and keep away
with their customs, interesting
perhaps, but uncomfortable

Empty, I let the scents
flow through me
I can't hold them
only experience them, I live
what lives

Poem 4445
Amsterdam, 2022-04-06

The lies that bind (Kwame Anthony Appiah) (0)
Book "The lies that bind -- Rethinking identity"
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Identity: surroundings 
Tribute to: Appiah, Kwame Anthony 
 

Zywa Only days

The world is more beautiful
if you have nothing to do with it
I look around with other eyes, free

from deeds, free from wanting
to act, everything comes by itself
to me, at my home

I am happy with these hours
after the timeless artificial light
in the hospital

Our actions are invisibly
visible in the flow of life
and my future has been solved

in past, no more expectations
no years ahead to count
only days, a week

Goodbye the city, the paths
my shoes and my friends
goodbye your hand

Poem 4459
Amsterdam, 2022-04-18

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Goodbye: dying / death 
 

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