If one can truly listen
Thay can hear the sound
Of more than their own voice
Know when to be quiet.
To pick up on sensations
That are only perceptible
At a moment in time
When time seems to stand still.
Not to hear a pindrop
But to be in the presence
Of a far greater occurrence
When one can hear an inaudible life form.
If they are in touch with
A transparent root
An invisible filament
Provides light to a knowing core.
To come out of the darkness
Then perceive higher contact
With those beyond the border
Of a man made fence.
This takes an outlook
That has no boundaries
To experience the endless possibilities
When one thinks outside the box.
Life is limitless
In its scope and spectacles
We are born with more than what we know
We are all part of one sea.
As we're part of one forest
One sky and one earth
No one exists alone
Unless they choose to shut themself off.
My hand is a petal
Or a branch
My ears are like mountains
Or a running stream.
My eyes are like the stars
I absorb the sparkles
We are one and the same
Endowed with a sight from ancient chants.
Thanks for the comment on my "Sun Trees". I checked out your website. Very nice! I'm glad you're making money with your art. One of my favorites is also the first painting on your slide show. The colors and the flow are great. You seem like a friendly, open person from your photo. We need more people like you adding beauty to the world.
When I climbed that volcano
As I reached the summit
Did a meditation for Pachamama
Sending light through to her core.
Here was a vortex or thin space
Intention was magnified
There was an acceptance
Spheres became intertwined.
Was a surge in vibration
Inner earth was rising
Almost felt like thunder
Was an expression of gratitude.
Came from deep within
Like a key had unlocked
Enabling to resurface
For a story to be told.
Which had been kept in recesses
With a natural affinity
A want to open its bud
Without the means to pollenate.
That was then, this is now
In a matter of moments
Conditions became favourable
With a plethora of honey bees.
As well as humming birds
So released to the winds
The seeds have been sewn
All life reaps enhanced vision.
As I sat on the stone
Felt the life course through me fully
Shooting up to the atmosphere
Then encircling all portals.
The chakras have been cleansed
Meridians have found their oasis
Wisdom caresses the temples
Parched mouth again tastes nectar.
Words long not spoken
Travel freely on a breeze
For selah be unencumbered
My entity evolves and flourishes.
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At 12:54pm on October 19, 2008, Alex Chornyj said…
Hi Marjolein: I am both inspired and touched by your works. I can sense the soul and spirit within each of your creations. Each painting is a reflection of the window seen through your eyes.
Fine Artist Marjolein Kruijt is inspired by the mystic side of nature. Ancient stones, old trees and waterfalls as seen in Dartmoor, England. She paints her connection with nature, and animals, in oils, watercolours and pastel.
Marjolein writes articles for the dutch art magazine Atelier, and her work featured the International Artist in an eight paged article. Her heart for nature and animals goes further than her art, she supports animal wellfare organizations in The Netherlands. Last year one of her cat paintings, which was signed by the dutch cast of the musical Cats, was auctioned in benefit of the animal protection soc. in Amsterdam. She also featured on three dutch tv shows with her arts.
Kruijt travels regularly to England, to work on location. More of her arts can be seen on her personal website www.marjoleinkruijt.nl
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Ancient Chants
If one can truly listen
Thay can hear the sound
Of more than their own voice
Know when to be quiet.
To pick up on sensations
That are only perceptible
At a moment in time
When time seems to stand still.
Not to hear a pindrop
But to be in the presence
Of a far greater occurrence
When one can hear an inaudible life form.
If they are in touch with
A transparent root
An invisible filament
Provides light to a knowing core.
To come out of the darkness
Then perceive higher contact
With those beyond the border
Of a man made fence.
This takes an outlook
That has no boundaries
To experience the endless possibilities
When one thinks outside the box.
Life is limitless
In its scope and spectacles
We are born with more than what we know
We are all part of one sea.
As we're part of one forest
One sky and one earth
No one exists alone
Unless they choose to shut themself off.
My hand is a petal
Or a branch
My ears are like mountains
Or a running stream.
My eyes are like the stars
I absorb the sparkles
We are one and the same
Endowed with a sight from ancient chants.
Thanks for the comment on my "Sun Trees". I checked out your website. Very nice! I'm glad you're making money with your art. One of my favorites is also the first painting on your slide show. The colors and the flow are great. You seem like a friendly, open person from your photo. We need more people like you adding beauty to the world.
All the best,
Paul
When I climbed that volcano
As I reached the summit
Did a meditation for Pachamama
Sending light through to her core.
Here was a vortex or thin space
Intention was magnified
There was an acceptance
Spheres became intertwined.
Was a surge in vibration
Inner earth was rising
Almost felt like thunder
Was an expression of gratitude.
Came from deep within
Like a key had unlocked
Enabling to resurface
For a story to be told.
Which had been kept in recesses
With a natural affinity
A want to open its bud
Without the means to pollenate.
That was then, this is now
In a matter of moments
Conditions became favourable
With a plethora of honey bees.
As well as humming birds
So released to the winds
The seeds have been sewn
All life reaps enhanced vision.
As I sat on the stone
Felt the life course through me fully
Shooting up to the atmosphere
Then encircling all portals.
The chakras have been cleansed
Meridians have found their oasis
Wisdom caresses the temples
Parched mouth again tastes nectar.
Words long not spoken
Travel freely on a breeze
For selah be unencumbered
My entity evolves and flourishes.
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Marjolein Here is a mystical, spiritual poem for you. I am a reiki master and I have a gift with communicating with many earth elements.