DE NATUUR - CLARA OLDE HEUVEL

The natuur is in tact


Ik wil zo zijn als de natuur 


In tact 

Onbeschadigd 

Onbevangen 

Sereen


Die natuur past zich aan


Ik wil zo zijn als de natuur


Aanpassingfahig 

Meegaand

Maar Onbeschadigd 


In tact 

Niet haatdragend

Liefdevol 


Naar alles wat is

Alle levenswezens die naast haar bestaan 


Een Sereniteit uitstralend 

Ongrijpbaar

Onaantastbaar 


Imperfectie zie ik

De bomen zijn imperfect 

Het beschadigde (google boomhuid) 

Afgevallen takken 

Door de wind losgerukte takken

Die op de grond liggen

Scheefgroei 

Zoals ieder van ons Imperfecties heeft Van binnen of van buiten

Alle levenswezens hebben Imperfecties  Doch anderzijds is ieder ook weer perfect 

In diens vormen en uitstraling  De glinsteringen in de ogen De hoop  De 

Op het open veld in het bos Een open weide Zie ik de takjes liggen. 

Deze vlakte is zo weid en breed Het geeft een wonderbaarlijk uitzicht  Eindeloos Kun je met je ogen verdwalen in de lucht De vormen van de wolken Het grijzige blauwachtige

Zoveel verandering 

Is te zien binnen enkele seconden 

De open vlakte is als een wit doek

Waar je alles mee zou kunnen creëren wat je maar begeert 

Of je laat het zo 

Zoals het is 

En laat de natuur zijn werk doen

En jouw toekomst creëren 

Door het universum 

Een heide  Ik raak het riet aan met de puntjes van mijn vingers

De sensatie die ik voel neem ik in me op En koester ik

Ik houd van de kleur van het riet Het geelgoude riet

Het geeft mij een gevoel van vertrouwen 

En hoop


Voor een prachtige toekomst 

Voor een bewust heden

Voor een vredig en voldaan verleden


Ik sluit af met het verleden 

Door te wandelen in dit… Bos


English ---->

The nature is intact I want to be like nature In tact
Undamaged Uninhibited Serene That nature adapts
I want to be like nature Adjustment fahig Accommodating But Undamaged In tact Not resentful Lovingly
To all that is All life beings that co-exist with her Radiating a Serenity Elusive Untouchable I see imperfection The trees are imperfect The damaged (google tree skin) Fallen branches Branches torn off by the wind Which are on the floor
Skew growth Like all of us Has imperfections Inside or out All life beings have Imperfections But on the other hand, everyone is also perfect In its shapes and appearance The sparkles in the eyes The hope The On the open field in the forest An open meadow I see the twigs lying there. This plain is so vast and wide It gives a wonderful view
Endlessly Can you get lost in the sky with your eyes? The shapes of the clouds The greyish bluish

So much change Can be seen in seconds The open space is like a white cloth With which you could create anything you desire Or you leave it that way Like it is And let nature do its job And create your future Through the universe A heather I touch the reed with the tips of my fingers I absorb the sensation I feel And I cherish I like the color of the reed The yellow gold reed It gives me a sense of confidence And hope For a beautiful future For an awareness nowadays For a peaceful and fulfilled past I close with the past By walking in this… Forest

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