Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 154

Alpha and Omega

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Photograph : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Alpha and Omega

In the dark of nights

I sat by one cup of tea and a candle.

One candle became a poem

and poetry silenced a human heart.

I do not know, if it was me who turned

a new faith into a new way of sharing and living

but I feel something inside of me

when I can not hear the silence of the silence.

I saw the birds become quiet, in that night

while the sun was going down, and I caught

that one light for more than a lifetime

because my hands were empty and full of hope!

With all my love, Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Hermans

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Frost flowers

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Frost flowers

A word was not spoken

but the old tale was already, told.

A small bedroom, on the morning

in a night and after that, the fever

came.

I looked through ice, sun and glasses.

A white owl appeared after and behind

a moon, when the rain did not give any shelter.

The owl was sitting there and did not move.

For fifteen, I guess, more than twenty times.

And the painter waited in his house

I know and knew it, while I did not understand

it for the whole world.

A white owl spread her wings all across

planet earth.

She is able to touch air and wind, without making a sound.

It is an old tale and the wisdom lives in my father’s garden.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Curiosity

 

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Curiosity

I work in a team.

The members do not have a name.

The polar bears, are lost, on earth.

The fat guy knows his religion.

And the astronaut has no statue, but plastic cars.

I work within lines.

I play a new game.

It has no grace.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph : Petra Hermans

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Little hearts

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Little hearts

15 Minutes. 15 and a half.

16 Minutes.

She could not open the next door.

A tall, big dark woman.

A crying face.

Behind a white door, I could hardly

hold my breath.

It was a morning, I will never forget.

It was only 7 O’Clock in the morning,

and a half.

Twenty men.

Probably, my kind.

I know, little hearts will go on

and live forever.

Little hearts are little souls, I know.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : My Crystal Ball

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Silent sensitivity

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Silent sensitivity

Six levels are no 6 levels

in one silver field, not golden,

but white, or Crystal.

I touched my hands in the morning

by the thought of my fine chin.

Slowly, very slowly

the morning light surrounded

the first precious sounds.

I can remember, still remember,

15 Minutes, of and in my lifetime.

My grandfather Jan Goossens and I.

We changed the world when I walked

by silence and in silence, next to his statue

and beautiful, decent and handsome suit.

Mondag morning. One morning. Happiness.

It is a story in our history

the authority during two minutes

when he entered the room on my Birthday.

I do not think, it was a song.

I did not listen.

For what Time, will ever come

we arrived that day, in our memory.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 2, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Hermans

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The Battle of Hastings

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Illustration I : Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

The Battle of Hastings

She went to bed, to sleep with her sensitive body

and fine mind.

When she woke, up, the light was white,

in the same way, as the night.

The Battle of Hastings (October 14, 1066) had taken

place, years ago. They thought how to win a war

without a good and proper, decent strategy.

But, as I said and saw it, it All came true,

in Cambridge.

When I was writing my poem of the human race

I did not notice, how far I would ever go.

I respected a lot of authors, but the poet was gone.

At the young age, of sixteen years old,

I read Gaston Leroux – Le Fantôme de l’Opéra,

by English to understand it in a better way,

in Dutch or, American language.

I know, there is a line, one line

I will always defend.

It is not a matter of justice.

And then, my head turns down, on the right.

For once, one fingertip touched the air, the wind

and ax of triumph!

P.C.M. Hermans

Tilburg, January 1, 2019

Life and works, by spirituality and reality, also

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15268358.Petra_Hermans

© 2019 Petra Hermans

“Yes, said Gandalf; for it will be better to ride back

three together than one alone. Well, here at last, dear friends,

on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship

in Middle-earth. Go in peace!

I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”

J.R.R. Tolkien – The Lord of the Rings, The Return of the King

Being the Third Part, The Grey Havens, Chapter 9,

Page 310-311

Illustration II : John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (1892-1973)

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A new book

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Photograph I : The Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A new book

A moment in time

I changed it all.

A time that cannot

be changed.

I knew it all the time.

I listened to my heart.

It was not in the way

I listened to the wind.

A moment in time

was changed, forever.

I was the only one

who knew, how to do the Job.

There was one moment in time.

I could not change that particular single moment.

There were two choices.

We changed it All.

The Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Religion Of The Blue Circle

Worldpoet 546

Babaji

God

The Netherlands, Nuenen – Tilburg,

December 3, 2017

December 6, 2017 : 45 Years!

October 6, 2017

WORLDPOET546, My mission in this world

© 2017 Petra Hermans

“Herr Koreander begleitete ihn bis zur Tür. Als sie darauf zugingen,

sah Bastian durch die spiegelverkehrte Schrift der Glasscheibe,

dass der Vater auf der anderen Straßenseite stand und ihn erwartete.

Sein Gesicht war ein einziges Strahlen.

Bastian riss die Tür auf, dass die Traube der Messingglöckchen wild

zu bimmeln begann, und rannte auf dieses Strahlen zu.

Herr Koreander schloss die Tür behutsam und blickte den beiden nach.

“Bastian Balthasar Bux”, brummte er, “wenn ich mich nicht irre,

dann wirst du noch manch einem den Weg nach Phantásien zeigen,

damit er uns das Wasser des Lebens bringt.”

Und Herr Koreander irrte sich nicht.

Aber das ist eine andere Geschichte und soll ein andermal

erzählt werden.”

Michael Andreas Helmut Ende – Die unendliche Geschichte, Seite 475

(Michael Ende – Die unendliche Geschichte,Thienemann)

ISBN : 978-3-522-17684-2

© 1979, 2004 Thienemann

Photograph II : Bastian in “The Neverending Story” by Michael Ende

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What you take

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Photograph I : The Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

What you take

It was given.

It has been given.

Into your hands

your fingers, body and soul.

I gave it to you.

I give it, into your eyes.

I will give it, every day

because there will never be a night.

You can ask me

if you are able to ask me

a question without an answer

but I am sure, it will be one word.

It was All because of my heart.

It has become one heart.

It was not a way of saying, anything at all.

What you take.

The Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Religion Of The Blue Circle

Worldpoet 546

Babaji

God

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

December 3, 2017

© 2017 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Michael Andreas Helmut Ende – The Neverending Story

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In her private way

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Photograph I : The Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In her private way

She is walking free and happily

she is talking with her eyes

she is writing by her wings

and thinking in her private way!

He is thinking about her private way.

She is writing of her smile and eyes.

A moment can last forever

when you never knew what it was all about.

I am looking without my pair of glasses

into a new world.

A world in which every child

was cherished without my new pair of glasses.

My harmony became peace and my testimony

of love and dedication is one vision.

A distance into the foggy forests, was.

A distance is and has become, now, forever!

The Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Religion Of The Blue Circle

Worldpoet 546

Babaji

God

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

December 3, 2017

© 2017 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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I have more than one

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Photograph I : Michael Andreas Helmut Ende – The Neverending Story

I have more than one

I had to tell you, all, a story.

One story.

A story of stories.

A story of all stories.

It used to be a story of betrayal.

One betrayal.

I changed the story.

Into a new story.

I never knew

I had one friend.

But, what’s forever

when you, know

forever lasts longer

than forever!

The Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Religion Of The Blue Circle

Worldpoet 546

Babaji

God

The Netherlands, Tilburg – Nuenen,

December 3, 2017

© 2017 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Luck Dragon Falkor in “The Neverending Story”

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