Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 26

Ice stone candle

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Ice stone candle

The times of time live in my head,

since I returned of a long forgotten journey.

If I would arrive in my country,

the light had been taken by dark elements,

I could not love, even more.

My deep inner respect to nature

has grown over years.

Eyes who do not see, will not touch

and only respect the deepest element.

I knew then, an ice stone candle lightens

longer than the day will last in my memory.

A candle is often watched,

as being made of glass.

The temperature of my fever

is not that warm, however.

In the love of my home,

a warm glass of tea

is the joy, happiness and spirituality.

A man on earth walks the same path,

I did, years ago, before I returned

in the modern history by ancient times.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 29, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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In my private time

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In my private time

I am not allowed

to think, about it.

The five pair of glasses

will certainly, do it.

You have to be certain, these days.

However, all the books,

stories, and notebooks

are the best future and idea

of a balance after three years.

It is also the tune in all tones

I do not speak …

I saw it in a sky, bright and blue!

He does not care one moment in the day,

neither do I.

In my private time, the books

are now drowned in a new sea.

I said some gestures beyond Time;

only when one heart flew.

I have just bought a new coat,

written in 2 colours by more than one

dictionary, second-hand, lately.

The colour is unknown and remains

the whitest eye in our universe.

In a blue sky, a space handles your hands.

Both of them lost one thought.

In all spaces of the world between us

it is my high sensitivity

of a tiny half a second

it whirls the waves around your hairs.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9796989-i-have-been-going-back-in-time-to-change

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Blue turquoise eyes

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Blue turquoise eyes

I walk during the light

in nights, the darkest nightmare

could not bear.

I write in my evening, the morning

loves my afternoon by silent warm tea.

I talk to you

whenever it was

needed but never

because it is my deepest will.

He shows me, his respect.

It was in my destiny,

one soul, a woman

with more than one poem.

He knows me, after all my years.

I bow, my typical way and decide

to give it All, away.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : MeisterSinger Neo Quartz

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An open window

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

An open window

When I meet you,

I try to swallow my tongue

in my mouth.

I would see, you all.

From a distance,

I saw a field; not an open field.

The colours vanished

by troubled skies.

People, who do not want

to listen, are not listened, to.

At a distance, I could

not hear someone, walking

through the fog.

Because I am not blinded.

I think, it is a third, 31% of who

I am at Home, where spirits

happen to know me.

But the honour is not mine.

For years, the job or task

was seen, not by me,

far away they could have heard,

a deep breath.

The window was not opened by me

because the two small hands,

just could not close, it, all the way.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9096519-a-good-writer-does-not-need-an-award-she-writes

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9938938-there-is-no-harmony-respect-or-silence-in-your-timeless

Photograph II : Snowflakes, ice flowers and water drops below my window

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The oldest forest

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The oldest forest

When I have failed,

the right hand rests

on my table

when I walk by.

When I am satisfied

in the evening, one bow

relies on a tender, small smile,

while I remind it All,

why my grandfather likes this day.

Whenever, I lost my voice, my mind

and my enlightened heart,

the left hand leaves her Task,

until the morning glorifies a new day.

And along, the woods,

what has been left of them All,

a little small smile

in great, fantastic footsteps

prolongs her way, forever,

in darkness, shade and shadows …

while deep in the oldest forest,

a light …

the whitest Light shines,

because of you and me.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 27, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Fireflies

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The breezing wind

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The breezing wind

On a white golden path

next to other small, tiny paths,

I loved the wind, in trees upon my sphere.

The grass was silver, the harvest golden

combined with red purple flowers.

I saw, that someone never made these stones.

The silver water splashed in my face

and then, you were there!

I do not know, a memory of this all,

but I have understood, it is probably

two and a half year, more than years,

would last.

I, have seen more melodies in my life,

I was more happy than joyful

to fall upon a new green gate.

The breezing wind almost got me caught.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 27, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : P.C.M. Hermans, Tilburg, the Netherlands

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Out of his mind

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Out of his mind

It was a small room,

was I really alone?

I heard some music,

from far away,

something closer.

White walls, white floors

and one man who holds it,

All together by his one mind.

I say, I admit,

you are a real Lady.

The way, you looked at me,

silently and giving, not taking.

It was the music, in silence,

whispering my ears, and the roof

disappeared in Heaven of all Skies.

He is not that old.

He lives on and on in my mind.

I do not need a new Barber.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 27, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : He had those Chrysanthemum, purple, yellow and white

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Unto my sensitivity

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Unto my sensitivity

I could sleep,

wherever I wanted.

I slept, whenever

it was needed.

On the deep level,

sometimes, energy is required

at moments, not very asked, for.

But the wind comes in and out.

It is my way of life.

I am glad, my spirit twinkles

by vivid, young eyes!

All of the spirit,

it is my deepest sensitivity.

It is beautiful

to smile my dance

in free letters, numbers and prosperity!

As I wisely may think,

he has been loving me, ever since.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 27, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Blue Crystal Ball

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All of the day

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

All of the day

I have an eye

on my world.

Every day and all nights long,

I feel the touch upon Earth.

He does not stand behind, me.

In the morning, the whitest of white

he does not stand, next to me.

It is a soft feeling between two fingerpoints,

exactly more than two, points!

Five and five make a lot of silent sounds,

I can explain it, when it is silent as I feel it.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 27, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Blue Crystal Ball

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Blue Crystal Ball

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Blue Crystal Ball

I had a dream

by someone

who was writing

slowly, precisely and securely.

All her letters were loved

except for one.

In the dark woods

I looked up

unto a higher roof.

Trees could not bend

unless she uses her stick,

eternal, over.

Nothing wrong, was There,

a movement.

In the moon,

the night is silver.

She can not watch you,

in your face, or in the heart.

Once, I touch you, you will be,

in my hands.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 27, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Enigma – The Cross of Changes, The Cross of Changes

© 1993 Virgin Schallplatten GmbH

Photograph II : Enigma – The Cross of Changes, December 6, 1993

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