Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 106

H.C. Andersen

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

H.C. Andersen

In the old historian books,

one teller lost his voice.

He lost his voice because it was cold,

in the morning, when he slept in the fields

during a night.

He used to visit children and looked

at the mother of their doors.

Hans Christian Andersen had something

special, you rarely see.

It is in his hair, but not by the way

of his clothes.

In these days, it was called a mystery,

the man became more than a storyteller,

as we name it, in our time.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

April 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Westerpark II, Tilburg, the Netherlands by Petra Hermans

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Fields and mountains

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Fields and mountains

In the dark, a shepherd closed

his clothes straight, to his body.

He heard his sheep

and knew he already

had lost one,

of all the white ones.

In the high mountains,

no one was there; except for him.

He would be leaving early,

tomorrow morning,

because in the house nearby,

someone was needed; he knew.

So, he left, before Sunrise,

cold feet, warm clothes and on his way,

with all of his responsibility,

until in the late morning, he reached

the house. There he found her, low and alive,

waiting in the Sun.

His sheep gathered around the old tree,

a sound was not heard and he knew,

then, he left, just in time

in order to bow, grasp that one golden egg

in the green grass and lay it, in her basket

for Christmas because Easter,

it was just very old fashioned!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg

April 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Sor

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Sor

We were in big trouble.

Now, we are in big trouble.

I do not worry, fast.

Not at all.

But now, yes, I can say

I must admit and assure, surely

we were having big troubles, coming!

He was gone. Definitely.

I saw her little hands, yes, gone.

Oh, my God!!

I stayed quiet, silent and we went searching,

yes, we would find Him, again, surely and definitely.

Her little hands made that gesture, gone!

Panic, all over the Place. Almost the End.

Now, big eyes will find big trouble

as the best comfort zone, humans will not know.

Her hands went down, quiet and silently

peacefully she watches her child in harmony

the sun goes down, tea is on my table

and I can not say, it is worth smiling ever again!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

April 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Walt Disney – Bambi, a Life in the Woods (Felix Salten)

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Inside my world

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Inside my world

Deeply, I bow my head

and my both hands are vowed,

inside a triangle.

Outside my world, children

are a part of one

but I do not remind,

on what hour.

Light is often very white

and I cannot stop staying,

that it is All, what lives and respects,

simple element.

During the day, I almost never meet,

because there is not a spirit of humanity,

around me.

In the night, an evening writes

a morning and I am in perfect poetry

inside an outside world.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

April 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9243395-i-came-out-of-the-water-to-give-and-bring

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9099904-you-can-only-win-a-war-when-all-rays-of

Photograph II : Westerpark I, Tilburg, the Netherlands by Petra Hermans

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Behind his eyes

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Behind his eyes

A darkness is behind, it.

A darkness is not equal

to a shadow.

And a shade is not the same

as a shadow.

I knew, I know

a silent river

is a Home, there,

behind his eyes.

It is not parallel

with my harmony.

It is good, when some parts

connect to rely.

I see space in different rays.

And I am familiar with new forms

of changes to achieve

a greater space with harmony

as harmony is in harmony,

by harmony

the harmonious and peaceful silence

stays and flows, endlessly,

until time is timeless.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

April 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Passion flowers by Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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White handkerchief

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White handkerchief

It is his statue

it is in his eyes

it was in his legs,

the way he served.

It is not, his hair

or, small and simple

vanity because of

high intelligence.

I am not sure

these days

those days

I am sure.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

April 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans, Tilburg

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Crystal Lotus eye

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Crystal Lotus eye

I am too Lucky, to feel lucky.

I see, I hear through barricades,

lines and borders,

never to return, ever again

in a same line of direction.

Wind of airs are stable

more than words of reliance.

You say it is intuition, language

or a meaning of life.

It is the breath of spirit;

it takes away and gives,

what has to be returned.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

April 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9070740-she-knows-what-happiness-is-brings-joy-peace-and

Photograph II : A white dove in dark background

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In his Home

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In his Home

I made an appointment.

He was not there.

No, he was, somewhere else.

I don’t care,

if you are not there

if you’re not There.

I will come Back

when Time is there.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

April 3, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9246295-i-m-just-having-good-conversations-with-the-dead-poets-philosophers

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9229444-you-may-think-that-silence-passed-silence-but-that-s-incorrect

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Hall before the Entrance, St. Willibrord Church

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Personal navigator

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Personal navigator

He has his ball, all over the Time,

in his Mind.

In former days and years,

when I was human, I needed

the Pitcher, but that is over.

I do not feel sorry.

I never know, when he decides

to throw that ball of His,

into my direction, but the Pinball Wizard

never had one single opportunity, that’s clear.

In my cards, it is All

been written down, even if,

I sometimes do not remember it,

no longer.

It is All

he wished for.

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9095834-a-message-straight-through-the-universe-contains-the-whole-universe

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9241200-a-message-has-been-understood-when-the-word-was-not

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

April 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : April 8 – 9, 2016; Westerpark, Tilburg by Petra Hermans

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Archaic wisdom

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Archaic wisdom

He worked hard.

That was his merit.

In the newspaper,

my uncle asked of

all the family members,

to return home, as soon as possible,

breakfast at France.

In the hospital,

my sister and I, we waited.

The sphere, when they all

were released, of his room,

showed us, what happened.

He said, he wanted to see me,

winning that one game.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

April 3, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9052904-when-i-already-saw-heaven-i-may-protect-heaven-in

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The tiger crosses the water above wind and air!

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