In the prime of life

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on monday 7 december 2015

Pioenroos door Monique Mensink

There is a place where nothing exists, and from which everything comes into existence. Here, everything is present, everything has already been created. Here lies the essence, waiting to be shaped as we desire. Creation and materialization as one, from ourselves, within ourselves.

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My Treasure

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 17 november 2015

Sunrise Trees by Wynand van Niekerk

Unrest in the world, unrest all around me, unrest in my heart. Situations, things, people turning my world upside down. All of this created by myself. Through my beliefs, my thoughts and my reoccurring drama. They push me under, they ravish my sense of well-being. Their pitch-black thunderclouds cast my world into darkness. Uncertain and utterly unworthy is how I feel.

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Speak your heart now

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on monday 19 october 2015

The Light by Winterdove

‘Why didn’t I tell you?’ it sounded in his thoughts, and in his memories he again saw and felt how, he and his father used to hug in the past. In those days, they both expressed clearly what they felt for each other. Later on, when he was grown-up, it became less. Even though deep within, the fire of desire raged to tell his father how much he loved him and how thankful he was for him.

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In love I am never alone

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 15 september 2015

Preserve III by Winterdove

Once it was different

For years and years

When my heart leaked

I needed to give love

I presumed

To receive love

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Do you love me now?

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 11 august 2015

Wash Away The Pain by Oliver Coningham

A long time ago, as a little boy, I was convinced I needed to save people. When people around me felt unhappy or sad, I did all I could to cheer them up. I felt loved when I succeeded. ‘Do you love me now’,? I would wonder. Yet, when they still felt unhappy, or worse still, when they took it out on me, I ended up feeling unhappy too.

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