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Thinking out loud – Meditation


Thinking out loud – Meditation
We sat on the bench in the garden. It was sunny, very much the same as on the day we were hiking to nearby villages-that-bear-no-name.

Later, I was thinking about how we may forever remain strangers to each other, even though we know each other long enough to be close friends.

It is like a dream, it is not really happening and our voices sound far away, unfortunately.

On a hillside, halfway between vantage points, exactly on that stitch in time where leaf veins start to dissolve slowly, trees make room for worshiped clouds, infinity unfolds.
Godenkind, 09-06-2016

Alternate Dutch version: 
We zaten op de bank in de tuin. Het was zonnig, helemaal zoals het was toen we wandelden naar naburige dorpen-die-geen-naam-dragen.

Ik dacht er later aan hoe we voor elkaar misschien altijd onbekenden blijven, al kennen we elkaar lang genoeg om intieme vrienden te zijn.

Het is als in een droom, het gebeurt niet echt en onze stemmen klinken helaas ver weg.

Op een heuvelkant, halfweg tussen uitgelezen plekken, precies in die steek van de tijd waar bladnerven langzaam gaan oplossen, maken bomen plaats voor aanbeden wolken, eeuwigheid ontvouwt zich.
Godenkind, 09-06-2016

I wrote this meditation almost simultaniously in Dutch and English to deliver a version that would stand the test of time in both languages -for awhile. ☺️ 

My native language is Dutch, English is an acquired taste. I liked switching between the two in the course of writing this poem. Funny thing with writing poems in a foreign language, is this: vocabulary is limited, so you don’t diverge too often, and there will be grammatical errors, which is OK, because even the native speaker is tempted to believe you wanted it to be like that.

The photo is quite meaningless, it’s just a colorful picture which, all of a sudden, brightens up your everyday life.

Actually, it was made in of these neighboring villages, inside an other-worldly chapel dedicated to Our Lady of Immaculate Conception…

I truly believe it is not related to the poem I wrote. 🤔

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