2014

solitude can bring you wisdom
but love and companionship brings growth.
I walk among mountains within desert landscapes
to find myself. to find inner peace.
I then return to the people I love,
and share the insights, wisdom and happiness.
And so together we can learn and grow.
Next time I take you with me into the desert,
into the mountains.

 

2013

spend a moment outside
and feel
the wind against your face

spend a moment in the sun
and soak
the rays into your skin

spend a moment under a tree
and touch
the rough skin of its trunk

spend a moment on grass
barefoot
and wiggle your toes into the green

spend a moment in the rain
and taste
the fresh drops wash away the dirt

spend a moment in a field of flowers
and see
the colour reaching into your heart

spend a moment in a forest
and breathe in
the trees and layers of growth and decay

spend a moment in the ocean
and hear
the roar of the water, the power, the rush

spend a moment outside
and be you
be free, be wild and happy.


Bones tell stories
Bones keep secrets
Bones contain history 

Secrets about the past
locked away in sand and rock
Stories about life before now 

Uncovered, polished and displayed
Stories about days long forgotten
Secrets that may teach us something about today

2012

landskap, hartland
vlaktes van gister se sond, wind en weer
oopgevlek vir die toekoms se woeker en weet
van wild leef en stilwees
en saamwees en lag

strandland, swartskaap
wegvee van spore deur wind se wieg
mynskag se sweepslag in doodstil dag
waar selfs tolbos en sonbesie
doodlê, wag

moederland, hartland
oggenwasem wat wegsmelt voor die son
waar ons langsaam voorsloer
en reik na die horison
terwyl sand by ons voete
verskroei, versag

landskap, moederland, strandland
gee my krag om te woeker en weet
dat more kan beter wees
kan vreugdevol wees
met oorvloed en vrede
elke dag lag


Gister verby
‘n tyd van hartseer
sonskyn weer terug
in ‘n tyd van vreugde

Die klank van ‘n lied
wat deur my hart gehoor word
na die stilte van twyfel,
van misverstaan en wanhoop

Gister verby
die illusie van rykdom
in ‘n wêreld waar rykwees
kom vanuit binne

Trippeltrap deur
die skuim op die sand.
‘n Nuwe hoop en glo en verstaan…

Gister verby
Kyk nie na more
want vandag gee genoeg
in vreugde en geloof vir gister, vandag en more.

21/02


I remember
red sand dunes
the sunbaked wind
reading in the tree and
the tracks of a toktokkie

I miss
thunderstorms on the low veld
running carefree through forest
finding hidden waterfalls and
having a treemade cave

I think
back and smile
at what was
and what I gained from it

I wish
I can share
and express
and prove
and communicate
what it is that I believe, trust and

I feel
the rush of the wind
as I run through the spray
the water drops flying up to kiss my skin

The humming rhythm of the seasons
reflecting time and memory
The touch of energy
breath of life
and taste of freedom, found…

I remember. I feel.

25/02

2011

With a view over mountains and sea
One day with peace and tranquility
The next day with storm and wind

Near the foot of Africa
And part of the Sun Path of our ancestors
With age-old rocks around the sands of time

Here we find peace and truth
Here we can find ourselves.

Kalk Bay, 2011


Vergete in die verlede
waar selfs gister nog geen betekenis dra
en drome en vrese saamsmelt
tussendeur langsaam voortstroom

Weggesteek in die middernagdonker
waar klein diertjies skarrel en jaag
en ons voetjie vir voetjie moet voel waar ons gaan
terwyl die maan eindeloos voort wentel

Geslote in ‘n houtkissie van herinnering
waar spinnerakke en stof ‘n lagie mis vorm
en selfs die waarheid minder duidelik deurskyn
tussendeur alledaagse werksbestaan

Ja, daar agter in die hoekie van jou gedagtes
in die skrefies tussen onsin en menig verhaal
waar verskonings en skaamkry saam met lekkerkry lê
en gister saam met môre saamsmelt in gevoelensgety

Daar is die waarheid en die weg wat elk moet volg;
die dinge wat ons teëstry en wegsteek-vermy
omdat ons so bang is vir buurman se opinie of lag
en eerder langsaam, verlangs weer terug op die paadjie wil kom
waar ons eindelik gelukkig, vreedsaam en tereg kan loop
met die Vader, die bron, met lewe en liefde.


Emotion bubbling and boiling over the edge
Anger blinding the eyes of compassion
Love forgiving and nurturing all pain
Apathy has no place in a world full of passion

Nearly almost tipping over the ledge
Simply never releasing the hold of age
And always to be washed away by rain
Is the remnants of yesterday’s rage

Feel. Heal. Aspire.