I of the storm


There is an eye in every storm
It looks upon the devastation
There is an eye in every storm
That marvels at its mad creation

While swirling ’round and ’round
A message of destruction
From a center void of sound
Is conjured up a resurrection

There is an eye in every storm
That breathes of calm serenity
There is an eye in every storm
And in mine that eye is me

The Light House


The clock strikes
The lighthouse lamp fell silent
and now the sun lights
a day that could surpass all nights

A deep breath,
as the chest begged to be opened
and her wish fell
like the star
that landed in her lap
and danced in her eye

The ultimate formation
in honour of reciprocation
or a conspiracy well hidden?
A sum once parted,
and living in the contingency
of the penny and its drop

In the shadows
in the sacred space
A child is waiting
Wanting to be born
but fatherless still
His whispers go unanswered

A house of one home
but only where the moon cries
Little by little the heart dies
Always somewhere gone, far and near
and living in a purgatory
within all realms and without reason

The stages of grief
unfold in a mechanism
of quench and elude
Damage to no consequence, never so
for love is unconditional, ever so
Twin flames in their eternal karmic show

Peaks of two triangles
Fence her in the centre of the star
Where the light hides, now halfway post meridian
Still no culmination in sight
The path, as her dream, leads back to night
Her predecessors hold her hand and know

Sliced by the axis of nodes, true or mean
Northbound lies a Libran destiny
The Gods of the eras were in favour
of the reunion of their souls
But the crossroads loom so perilous
she risks to drown again by the seaside

Many miles diverted
Within hopelessness still alerted
An ocean black and deserted
Harbour blocked by chaos and disorder
Inside a tomb she dwells, a lonely prisoner
muted, still wearing her invisibility cloak

Who is she? A forgotten mystery
In a very unusual way
she holds the cards, rings the Belle
but stays the dream in which she walks
No solace, never respite – she sighs
The onset of another night

Times of the end being nigh
Over, and…over
Not the love of the life
of the love of her life
A truth promising the return of dark
Heart devoid of time, space, spark

Angel hour, but not one to one,
and twilight on this summer night
has faded under a bloodred sky
Aurora bids her pole goodbye
Riddles linger on in the starry dark
Can the Universe lie?

The spell has been broken
and the ghouls now run free
Cinderella retrieves her ashes
Glass shattered on her bleeding feet
She knows as the embers glow
Some things cannot be lost, nor solved

The clock strikes
Time ouroborically bites
The writer writes
from her ante meridian rites:

So she looked out over the sea.’

On the shore of her darkest night
the lighthouse calls forth its light
Illuminates the indivisible truth
Forever obscured but unable to hide

What dies
is only the dark
that keeps us
from being born again
into the light

©2014, Myriam Heffels

A world all my own


Hidden in the shadow,
teardrops get lost,
to eyes out of sight.
A world of night.

And the moon cries,
like the wolf that howls.
No meat, just bone.
A world all alone.

Where feet fall,
words fell,
from lips in defiance.
A world of silence

The heart chills,
but its beat moves on.
Put ear to the ground.
A world far from sound.

Illuminate, radiate,
and still it is dark.
Look at it closely.
A world you see,

Does not include me,
but I point up to the stars.
At fingertips is sown,
a world all my own.

©2014, Myriam Heffels



Plus flips to minus
Subject much discussed
But, as with desire

What if tables turned?
Who does she think she is?
A scientist?!

an optical illusion.
Distance to equality
equals quantum leap

The violation
of atomic unification?
Just theory, not validation.

But, proven law:
Opposites attract
and complement.
All atoms
in a state of clarity
honour parity.

©2014, Myriam Heffels



In the vortex of time
To know
It was always mine
I am left and right
Above and below
After the fight
There was the blow
Sudden and unexpected
And I hear music play
Words that try
But fail to say
And there’s no need
No question why
As in the silence remaining
I am heard and understood
All encompassing
Minds destined to melt
By the spark that ignited
All of my life
I catch it falling
Into the perfect fit
Like the pieces
Of the grandest puzzle
The universe has to bid

©2013, Myriam Heffels



PeerGyntskingdomNorwayBrodie_b58046fa-e920-431d-a23d-92043408b9c2Tomorrow I could be a thousand miles away
Or how many more could I travel in one day?

Tomorrow I could
bask in the Barcelonan sun, and smile
or walk the ancient Roman mile.

Tomorrow I could
sail the Oslo fjord, roam Nordic grounds
or find my refuge somewhere up in the clouds

Tomorrow I’ll be a thousand miles away
That’s for tomorrow
Not today



Een raam open
Met de deur dicht
De blik op mist
De zon oneindig ver

Zelfs even blind
Als de maan verschijnt
Ineens de zon verdwijnt

In de schaduw van haar bestaan
schijnt de maan
mij in mijn baan

In het donker
Geeft ze licht
In het licht
Brengt ze donker
Bij getij
Beteugelt ze water
En mij
Toont ze verlicht

Het hart van alle gevoel
Onopgewerkt door dag of nacht
Zon en aarde in haar macht

Vragend kijkt ze me aan
In haar baan
Om de aarde
Om mijn bestaan

©2015, Myriam Heffels

Poetry to sound: 365-day challenge podcast


The Halls of Equanimity


Truth lies
and is
and can
and finds
what it is
On which path
to which side
does she belong?

The light shines
and was
and knows
and finds
a way ahead
Even before the sun
moon and stars
was she unseen, but here?

A light out of darkness
A truth in the middle
which shines a light
on the truth

In the halls of equanimity
all balances on one line
Both pain and joy together
All feature, every living creature
protected by walls so high
and all will be revealed
when entered under the tree of life.

As the spires aspire
to touch heaven’s leaves
and as the entered hearts
release their self-imprisoned grief
a heavenly choir of natures works
concieved, guided by hand of genius
sings what arose
Arises still

The light of truth
as it was seen
and made to see
from the vision of Gaudi

A gift of equanimity
to reign for an eternity

The Ouroboros of the mind


The calendar reads August 23rd
Clear and orderly
it affirms the vision conjured
from an unconscious that knew
the augury of the day
Deluge preceeded
Faint and uncertain now
the sun reappears
Ouroboric in nature

All turns to bite itself again
A year, a life, a thought
Self-reflection consumes
another day
the same day
when faint and uncertain
a call was made
and answered
Yet always, questions remain unspoken
As the Ouroboros bites its tail
As the Phoenix rises time and again
Ashes make for fertile soil

A life of complexity, oddities
that confound and discomfit
Admonitions to the self
for superciliousness and tenuous debate
but life without turns listless
as there is no letting go
of what was forged ethereally

‘Round and ’round
from yes to no
and a goodbye to the next hello
Here we are, there we go
A cyclical world
and with each cycle
we grow

©2014, Myriam Heffels

Lost in one moment


turns to chaos

of the moment

only a distant enemy

Trapped in what now feels
is the only way out
The Trilogy unfolds
A question with one answer

He attempts
to tempt fate without

Can’t bear any doubt
Can’t relax his control
Can’t trust love will be there
for him too

Even if he can’t see it
Even if he can’t feel it
He can’t lose it

Unless he loses himself
in this strange lust

cuts him off
from every magnificent promise
his life holds

Now no more

Every dream
could have come true
as down will go up
Universal law
If he dared to let go
he would find the unconditional

His death did not save him
but the light of eternity

his soul as
she forgives
she no longer lives
but shines in the image of

My own website


Today, July 24th 2014, marks a special moment: my blog has become the website http://www.myriamheffels.com. Proud to be publishing and connecting with you from here from now on!

Fill your shoes


Innate visions
Some naive, but core
is always centre of truth

Dream without limits
as no dream is based in reality
Borders are only meant
to believe they can be crossed

Then take it in
Bring it to feet
even if the shoes
seem too big
The dream never is

Let footfalls
one by one
pin the dream
down from the cloud

With age
feet are know to grow
and even if late
those shoes can grow to fit