Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 129

The first sound

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The first sound

It would be something,

to hear a sound pronounced

before the first sound trembled.

I can think stronger

than a woman over the world has ever felt

the universal letter of her pen.

Into the space in my soul,

there is a white spirit

who was human and which perfectly

feels the absolute ray of new lights.

It would be something

if I ever changed a smile

that brought the clear sight

before the window in my Home.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 2, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : My Crystal Ball in the house of my Home

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Around the globe

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Around the globe

It was in my point of view

to watch people walk around the globe.

It is in my point of view

to have crossed half way there,

to see people walk around earth.

It has been

always been

one of my favourite dreams

to be faithful to one idealistic attitude.

The point is,

a dream is more than a dream

when a turning point changed

the turning of all tides.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 2, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Around the globe by Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Silently

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Silently

Somehow, words

are lost, in there.

When you try to talk, you do not speak

nor made eye contact.

Doors opened, closed

and are always in a house

without walls or wind.

A fog called my name, I couldn’t answer,

faces, those faces.

It is not in my way,

the way of an eternal loss.

In a fog.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 2, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Purple, small, very small purple flowers.

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White stone candles

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

White stone candles

The love in my soul represents a guidance

when hope and faith present the love of my heart.

I guide a lot of candles here, silver and blue

and they all have the special guidance

of the silence in my hairs.

Morning, afternoon and evening bring my light

upon my candles as time glows over the silent shadow

aside my gestures.

Silver and blue are favourite

while everything is a statue upon one white, stone candle,

harder than glass, colder than water

but warm in Crystal.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 1, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Photograph has been made by Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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In my tradition

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In my tradition

In the tradition, I bring and give

old traditions are respected

as shadows in the dark.

In my tradition,

I love every touch a minute

in a second.

In my tradition, of family,

someone, just someone,

said something, to me

in light, love and shyness,

somewhere, somehow.

In the tradition of all traditions,

anything stays the same, because

I know silently some traditions

within a tradition are not

to be written, explained or taught.

Poetry has ears where silence

cannot hear a sound.

It is a tradition to respect

a new tradition within old traditions.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 1, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Netherlands, Berkel-Enschot, Wilhelminaplantsoen

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Broken promise

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Photograph I : Vanessa atalanta, Summer breeze, February 4, 2019

Broken promise

Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin (1869 – 1916) looked

into the darkest night in humanity.

They said, he was not, wiser.

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky (1821 – 1881) never knew

what it was all about but Rasputin also, did not know,

did not understand.

I’ve seen literature, all kinds of languages.

Vanessa atalanta, Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (1899 – 1977)

flies away.

You’ve to understand what it is like,

to wait for toilet paper, 40 degrees in a refrigerator.

The only thing, I love in life, are Russian farmers.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 1, 2019

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Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Bright blue sky

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Bright blue sky

If you ever thought

I am happy

you are wrong.

If you think

I know it All

you’ve been mistaken.

When a spirit comes my way,

it is love, calling on my door.

When a job calls my name,

it is more than responsible spirituality;

it says it all.

I’m looking in a morning

a new morning.

It is not a brand new morning.

It is the start of a new begin.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Netherlands, Berkel-Enschot, Boerderij Denissen

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Old grammar phrase

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Old grammar phrase

My pencil carves new grooves in old stones.

Old stories have cherished history

as a treasure and the jewels

last more than one lifetime of a lifetime.

There has been one fairytale above all tales

and you try to look in dark of forests,

late at night, if you see a grey owl turn into

a white one because of her yellow eyes

which have a sight over moon, stars and planets.

Feathers may warm the white owl

until blue hearts have broken a sound in the light.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Netherlands, Berkel-Enschot, Durendaelweg

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Light in dynamics

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Light in dynamics

A zero moment cannot be changed

by a study, profession or degree.

Such a moment has been tormented

and, not taken place, by someone,

a woman, or young girl which touches

time by her torch of timing!

You were not sure, I would pass the last bridge

on that small path, were you, not.

I knew then, leaves in autumn

fall beside a path that has already been known.

The touch of time touched

my pointless tip on the head.

Time felt autumn leaves falling forever

in my favourite spring time.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Glass of Crystal

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Glass of Crystal

She was silenced

by her hair, her hairs

were her old stick.

She was wondering, she wondered

how long she has been walking, there.

She did not bow, did not serve or kneel

did not think, write or touch.

She walked in a Nowhere Land.

She had no age, no age of ages

you could have thought

she was old, older than the human race.

She is healthy, young

and forever young.

She wondered, how she manages her stick

it is not a white stick, exactly

because the white stick would have bent.

She does not watch her hair or her face

does not feel anything of her thoughts and her way.

She is been walking there, here and everywhere

for ages but the time is lost

time is lost in time

and by time.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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