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

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

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

Lapse or leap


Lapse or leap:
What does it denote
when the length of the rope
could serve to skip with joy
yet all it does is throttle?

Stars in the eyes
now left swimming all over
induced by polar opposites
at the extremes of the spectrum

The truth in the middle
cannot unfold
if one end is a hostage
that turns cold
in the face of the fire
there to consume all
until the heart is laid bare
to trample on once more

Three cheers for the bully
who leaves with the prize
and thinks it’s a game
What seems a competition
is solid presence with volition
to stem a pain that turned
into monster having a ball.

No use to suffer abuse
None shall ever pass
and sudden but certain death
is the ticket that calls:
Move on!
This leap has just elapsed



in fear of crashing
but already tumbling
from head over heels
to nails in her hands
Now the building comes down

A falling man
passes the floors
and catches the eyes
Yet, she was forgotten
when she hit the ground
Gone in a second
Love lost this round

In the face of the mirror
a life that is priceless
pays a price for its faith
Its worth will continue
even if threads are severed
and ties are cut
Mortal is just a state of mind

On the debris
of ages of dark
and suppression of souls
One thing emerges
One thing still stands
With the passing of time
New flowers will grow
Love will show
Life will go

Edge of blade


Narcissus, the horrific demon
can rear an ugly head
to devour all intentions
turn all that’s good to bad

When the demon’s in the house
there’s no space to run free
Behind the wall’s another one
and there’s tons of dark debris

A demon no one can withstand
as his cave is deep and far
Some tried to reach him with a heart
but each time he leaves a scar

This demon knows his game
and ensconsed deep in his lair
he allows no one to approach
and taints even love that’s fair.

A demon that is drowned in spirit
and billows out his evil smoke
keeps all in state of freeze
and thus detains the nicest bloke

Let demon execute the prophecy
so all who’re sane will run away
and the bloke can gloat in greatness
as proven right they would not stay

Sad this demon gets his way
and his hold can be so strong
that great potential cannot unfold
and all others are always wrong

There’s hope the demon could be slain
but there’s only one that can
If choice is made to stick to old
there’s no rescue for the man

If I had no demon of my own
I’d take to the crusade
But this task appointed to my soul
just got cut on edge of blade

Words I need


Halfway through my sentence
I stutter, I pause
Not for effect,
not for applause

A loss for words
as mind seems absent
when in fact it travels fast,
faster than speed of light
to meet the present,
elusive and heaven cast

On the highway
of a parallel freqency
many miles and off the ground
but close to the heart
approach the words I need
but that got lost from sound

Is it just a coincidence
which happens from time to time?
I take it as read.
The most beautiful sign.

When you finish my sentence,
it is a treasure most divine:
Your mind can melt with mine.

©2014 Myriam Heffels

The secret garden


In a land of lanes,
a magnificent garden emerged
bordered by a fence
to protect what’s inside.
It’s a sacred place to hide.

It’s a garden of Eden.
Flowers vibrant with colour and with soul
and no one can touch.
Maybe a fool’s paradise,
but such a treat to the eyes.

No one is allowed to ever taint it.
It’s so pure and so bright.
And truth grows abundant,
born from a living tree
and two beating hearts roaming free.

Still somewhere in a dark corner,
towers the highest wall.
A secret space that calls,
but it’s obscured from view.
No one ever really got through.

Only one owns the key.
She passes through unseen
and walks past the gate
to her pasture of fate,
where she sits day after day
to see the boy play.

He’s a marvel to watch
even if she can’t touch
and he doesn’t see,
how she tends to the weed.
She will always know
why this garden could grow.

And when the sun sets,
she takes her bucket of weed
and goes out to meet
her tears by the stream,
and nurture her own dream.

In a land of lanes
the garden did blossom
and the most splendid of creatures
lives well protected deep inside
until, maybe, some day,
no more need to hide.

Dedicated to the boy, with gratitude for what once was and forever will be

©2014, Myriam Heffels

Angel of Trust


The Angel of Trust said
‘It is time to give in.
Purpose is never lost.
Just believe
and see

Confidence is hard
and there are always,
always demons.

No control of orbital turns,
but the rule is:
Whenever it burns
the heart always,
always finds the sun,
when rain is done.

The rainbow in the sky,
often faint,
nowhere to find.
Only in mind
and in the voice
of the Angel of Trust

Colours flow,
where confidence can grow.
The light will show.
The core will know.

So two feet wide
the earth takes in her stride.
She’s just a speck in time,
a mortal breath divine.

Everything has a purpose
and her guardian is always,
always trust.

©2014, Myriam Heffels

Before the light dies


Before the light dies
in your eyes,
will you find the path
that leads you to the answer
of a question never asked
by the face behind the mask?

Before the light dies
in your eyes,
will you dispell the blindness,
and embrace the world of kindness
that was hidden for so long,
but gave you back to song?

Before the light dies
in your eyes,
will you dare to see
what is meant to come your way
even if that frightens you,
and you think it can’t be true?

Before the light dies
in your eyes,
will you find your sins forgiven,
and the heart that ascends,
beyond the wall we built,
to a world of love instead of guilt?

Before the light dies
in your eyes,
will you hear the silent cries,
that swear to God to put to words
this love before the night will come?
This love that sees it done,

before the light dies
in your eyes.

©2014, Myriam Heffels