Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 28

A wonderful smile

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A wonderful smile

In a dark dark night,

the Knight turned her horse.

No sounds were to be heard.

The woods lost all air of winds,

no clouds, no Sunshine nor rain.

In the last part, at the End

of the dark Tree, a golden letter

shined all over the grounds into the waters.

I tried, to pick it up, that letter.

Someone, caught the wind, that Day!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 25, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9981006-in-all-frequencies-of-time-i-have-never-seen-the

Photograph II : The Crystal and Blue Ball

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Goodness only

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Goodness only

If you cannot rely on me,

you do not have to believe in

every word, I have thought.

When you admit, of having failed

for once, more than twice,

I admit, that all words are more

lost than ever.

It was not given, nor forgiven

only accepted by a pure and decent

soul, honest to be and wanting

to remain, a state of innocence.

Goodness is fallen

into the whitest Light.

Goodness reigns without

castle, tales or dreams.

Goodness is the same letter,

I wrote yesterday.

Goodness only lives

when all thoughts, emotions

and intentions have reduced

the idea of, goodness only!

It is my favourite book.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 24, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Il Divo – Il Divo, Nella Fantasia

© 2004 & © 2005 Simco Limited exclusively licensed to SONY BMG

Photograph II : Il Divo – Il Divo, Nella Fantasia

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Under water fires

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Under water fires

In an old old age

people were gathered

around a fire,

by the ground of Earth.

Men and women,

children and life of our universe

were one in duality,

without asking or questioning.

After that time, new evolution

made a come back,

before history was registered.

All along the way of Time,

a woman walks and studies

the old fires of water.

She had one conclusion.

If, and when, not then,

you are not a real good loser,

you won’t lose, anything.

My hairs have become too long, again.

It is good, to lose only 30 years, back in Time.

I do not influence, you. I will not even admire,

someone between or amidst, all of you.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 24, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Marianne Fredriksson – Den som vandrar om natten,

© Marianne Fredriksson, 1988

Marianne Fredriksson – De nachtwandelaar

Uitgeverij De Geus bv, Breda 2003

ISBN 90 5266 657 3

NUR 302

Deel 1, pagina 72 – 73

“Marcus vulde zijn maag met het verse brood, verwonderd

over hoe wit en smakelijk dat was.

Na de maaltijd zei Cornelius dat ze nu naar huis zouden

terugkeren en Marcus riep: ‘Ik ga vast vooruit.’

Hij rende de hellingen af. Halverwege kwam hij Anjalis tegen

en vloog hem in de armen, maar hij maakte zich weldra weer los.

‘Waar ren je naartoe?’ riep Anjalis hem na.

‘Naar de vijver en de waterlelie.’

‘Marcus, er is geen waterlelie.’

De jongen bleef verbaasd stilstaan, rende toen terug naar de lange

tovenaar en zei langzaam: ‘Die heb jij verzonnen.’

‘Ja.’ Anjalis bloosde niet eens.

‘Jij houdt mensen voor de gek’, zei Marcus, en met verbazing

zag hij de donkere ogen van de tovenaar glinsteren toen deze

antwoordde: ‘Zeker, ik houd mensen voor de gek.’

Terwijl de jongen naar de vijver rende, voor het eerst van zijn leven

alleen op pad, schoot zijn lach als het gezang van een leeuwerik

op naar de hemel.

Toen de  twee mannen een poos later bij een beker wijn weer waren

bekomen, vroeg Cornelius: ‘Wat zat er in die fles?’

‘Oude olie en zure azijn.’

Cornelius keek opgelucht.

‘Met magie heb ik moeite’, zei hij.

Anjalis zei maar niet wat hij dacht: dat zielen die de weg kwijtraken

dezelfde logica volgen als de magische rite: dat ze altijd naar Eden

terugkeren en dat genezing een herhaling van de zondeval is.”

Photograph II : Marianne Fredriksson – Den som vandrar om natten

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The whitest sky

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The whitest sky

In all the names of names,

a table was standing

without people, or spirits.

Before I could actually love

my brightest fence of all gates,

the blinded eye should not, be given strength.

I say then, outside

the white walls in my soul,

you touched my sensitive longing

whitest lost circle.

It was, it is,

in his heart.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 24, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : MeisterSinger Neo Quartz styles and charmes my left pulse

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Silver light triangle

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Silver light triangle

In the light of his entity,

the mirror changed in a triple face.

Around her first letter,

the mystery inside of her,

has been specialized

by a lost, broken heart,

as I would have been thought,

an earlier stage.

I could see, the spirit

in your mystery

but always

within my lines of all lines,

not always given, or trusted.

I simply, cannot tell, speak, talk

or think in a silence, all surrounded

by the light of your blue flowers.

The difference in all shapes

has to be learned, some days

and I could not see, one moment in Time,

by your sharp and first presence

on a rounded dream

in the middle of my sight!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 24, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9979996-in-my-lost-lost-sky-no-bird-was-to-be

Photograph II : The Crystal and Blue Ball

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Under my authority

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Under my authority

They should not ever have met, me.

For what was not to be seen, not

touched, both sides.

I remember, his looks

when I entered his room.

He was not frightened

but something of sadness

came over his body, not only

his face.

My friends all disappeared,

I was alone with him,

after 3 years of silence.

At first, he could not speak.

He wrote me, back.

P.C. Hooft and his personal story.

I still got all his archives.

He was not bad, not worse

or the very worst, I could

ever get, have or should receive.

He was awful.

Harrie Dirkx, thank you, again.

In those years, we had severe teachers;

the best of my life.

After that, the Middle Ages disappeared.

Now, I am always happy

when it is raining.

I hear the drops of water

ticking all over in my streets.

Birds in my trees need water

and Thunder is not that angry.

He is just doing his works.

She walks continually her fields, meadows

and silence by simple and small feet.

I namely and apparently learned to walk,

by Lightning, in the dark.

It is a balance that cannot be felt,

it is lived and not believed.

It is a field above all fields.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 24, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Marianne Fredriksson – Den som vandrar om natten,

© Marianne Fredriksson, 1988

Marianne Fredriksson, De nachtwandelaar

Uitgeverij De Geus bv, Breda 2003

ISBN 90 5226 657 3

NUR 302

Deel 3, pagina 205 – 206

“Langzaam begon Anjalis aan zijn tocht omhoog langs de steile paden,

door het bos waarin het licht geler werd in de namiddagzon.

De jongen zat binnen, voor het vuur in Cornelius’ huis.

Hij was in dekens gewikkeld, maar toch had hij het zo koud

dat hij ervan rilde. Bleek, maar zonder tranen probeerde hij

uit te leggen tot welke conclusie hij in zijn eentje was gekomen:

dat Anjalis niet boos was zoals de anderen, zoals Cornelius en de hondenfokker,

maar dat hij verdrietig was.

En dat hij was weggegaan.

Keer op keer zei de jongen tegen Cornelius: ‘Hij komt nooit meer terug.’

En iedere keer antwoordde Cornelius: ‘Hij is alleen maar even een ritje

gaan maken.’

Het hete middaguur kroop langzaam de kamer binnen, maar de jongen

had het koud. Cornelius begon net te overwegen of hij zijn oude lijfarts

moest laten komen, toen de stalmeester om een onderhoud vroeg.

Het paard van Anjalis was zonder ruiter teruggekeerd, zei de man.

‘Ik wist het wel,’ gilde Marcus, ‘ik wist het wel. Hij is weggegaan

en heeft het paard teruggestuurd.’

‘Rustig maar’, zei Cornelius. ‘Zulke dingen doet Anjalis niet.

En bovendien zijn al zijn bezittingen nog hier.’

‘Anjalis maakt zich niet druk om bezittingen’, gilde Marcus zo hard

dat het zijn grootvader door merg en been ging. Deze werd boos en snauwde:

‘Nu houd je je mond. Je jankt als de teef die haar kleintjes kwijt is.’

Cornelius ging weg om een zoektocht door het woud op touw te zetten,

maar hij hoefde geen orders te verstrekken want op hetzelfde moment

dook Anjalis op aan de bosrand.

‘Het paard werd bang van een wilde kat en rende weg’, zei hij.

Cornelius omhelsde de lange Chaldeeër: ‘Ik weet eigenlijk niet

of ik moet lachen of huilen.’

Photograph II : Marianne Fredriksson – Den som vandrar om natten (1988)

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The lost Merlin

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The lost Merlin

A round circle

has his memory.

He, who never watched

images, pictures or photographs.

Books have lost his mind, his soul

and his education.

He is sitting, in the evening,

to wait for the next day after Tomorrow.

He still expects some little history

to come into his House.

There was no one, at his Table,

no one in his personal book,

no one in the Minute.

He saw, Nothing and Everything,

in all of a sudden, the Moon laughed

as two doves, two rabbits, two frogs

and two Princes while the Princess

did not live, any longer.

She did not make it, all the way.

You really have to be changing, something!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 23, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9939175-i-guided-white-light-and-now-i-am-guided-beyond

Susan Boyle – I Dreamed a Dream, I Dreamed a Dream,

© 2009 Simco Limited Under Exclusive License

to Sony Music Entertainment UK Limited

Photograph II : Susan Boyle – I Dreamed a Dream

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Blinded Crystal eye

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Blinded Crystal eye

I thought, thought

to have seen you, earlier

than in my very first dream.

In all the moments, of my life,

one doubt remained, as an unfinished chapter.

He had his particular and peculiar

way of walking, holding his hands

before his mouth and hairs.

Next to my woods, a small, fine path

was walked, dark, roasted and tasty.

The Sun shone, just under the Trees,

high in September sky.

I felt, the leaf could not be saved, again.

Some people, looked at my length,

I could not describe.

And when the love arrived,

the birds high upon my level,

made a fool of me.

I bowed, touched the smallest ground

under my feet, and remembered,

what it was All about.

I could not resist, this night,

to look to, at my life, returning over,

again, despite the cooler air.

I changed direction, in my head,

turned right, and left, as I wisely say,

good life was seen, one more, once,

ever in lifetime.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 23, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9978909-all-the-sounds-in-the-world-of-falling-pages-written

Photograph II : The Crystal and Blue Ball

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What a Team!

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

What a Team!

The evening showed us,

in our small home,

it was prohibited to leave

the streets by a car.

Years ago,

extreme cold and snow

came to us, not over us all.

It was silent, in our streets.

Father and daughter would

not bring honour, or give a tribute.

Poor people do not have,

something, to share.

They know how to love,

the one who was singing

in our streets.

I can tell, it was a new summer.

It was the smallest room in our universe.

Two blankets were frozen to my ice flowers

on the window.

Finally, I can open a window, now.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 23, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9950593-it-was-a-midwinter-s-dream-his-idea-and-a-bit

Photograph II : Ice flowers on my window and water drops above it during winter

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Without his signature

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Without his signature

The photograph did not have

one approval of Light.

He was not, really, or actual, There.

I heard it, a time ago, when Time

did not exist, just like his Face.

It was a sound

without an orchestra;

he listened, to it.

I am glad, he was blinded

by his own belief …

for that refusal

made it, All come true!!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 23, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

The Priests – The Priests, Benedictus

© 2008 Sony BMG Entertainment

Photograph II : The Priests – The Priests

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