The secret garden

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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

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

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

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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

Where teardrops fell

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I heard a teardrop fall
and in my mind
I traced its line
downward on the face it traveled
like a thread of life unraveled
before it landed
on the floor.

I heard a teardrop fall
and in my mind
I saw how it could be.
A vision set free
Only one thought emerged:
‘I wish I could be there’.

That day I gave way
to a boy that rode his bike
He smiled as if to say
‘Your heart will serve you right.’

There’s a place, a space, a time
and this has only just begun.
The ocean deep, the ocean wide
but one day I’ll feel the sun.

Obscured from sight,
just below the surface,
there’s a growing light
and an eternal furnace.

I heard a teardrop fall
and in my heart
I felt the truth
that ties me to the quest
from past to east and future to west,
to find the peaceful eye
inside every storm.

I heard a teardrop fall
and in my heart
I felt the sorrow
that comes along with choice.
With a world to rejoice,
the only thing still missing,
is I am not really there.

©2014, Myriam Heffels

A world all my own

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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

Opening night at the zoo

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The zoo.
A trip around the world – oh glee! –
for those deprived or with no ability
to travel and see
gorilla, giraffe or elephant
in their natural habitat.

A far away place that is lost
to the animals concerned,
as they live purely on display,
to get captured by flash fotography,
expected to pose in a nicely adorned array.

Monkeys up in the trees
and we don’t give a monkeys
that they have lost their liberties.
Predators prevented to bite, or chase,
to hunt, growl or show any trace
of what comes natural to all but
Us, who are so out of touch with nature.
What do they serve to showcase?

Aren’t we – the humans – a breed superior!
We are of course earth’s benefactor.
But, that is only the exterior.
A story that lulls our minds
until Amazon and reason
reach extinction.

No difference between
a gorilla in a cage,
or a film star amidst red carpet rage.
Except, she has opening night.

As lights and teeth flash,
all apes have their bash.
And all who watch and see
believe they have a right to be
there to pry, to vie
for such attention.

It’s the right to… What?
Entertainment? Education?
Is it an augmentation of reality,
or a momentary lapse of sanity?

See how those rainforests blossom!
Imagine earth as God’s zoo.
Would (s)he enjoy the view?
Would you?

©2014, Myriam Heffels

Parity

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parity

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

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

Basically,
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

Aries (and the sun is waiting)

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The door opens.
Freedom on wheels.
And the sun is waiting.

With a grin stretched
from ear to ear.
So wide, the girl met
returns it in surprise.

As a woman in white
empties her bucket,
balloons float mid air
and the child looks up in wonder
and reminds of the one
she will soon kiss.
And the sun is waiting.

Acceleration, elation.
In fifth gear today.
Past grass that is waving,
swing from blossomed tree
and the speed of life
turns all lights to green.

On the eve of the fools,
she now counts the days.
Four more,
for a new year to score,
on the approach of half time
change of order proceeds.
And the sun is waiting.

Spring.
Initiation anew.
Miles done,
mountains to come.
And the sun
promises a life of fun
as it rules Aries.

©2014, Myriam Heffels

The lady with the clump foot

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‘In a vacuum,
there’s no travel of sound.
So is mustn’t have been loud.
But we now know
The bang was big’,
Said the lady with the clump foot

‘It took many years
Scholars scratching heads
Professors theorising strings
But they couldn’t measure threads
As all just keeps expanding.’

‘Einstein was a clever fellow.
He saw all is relative.
And cosmology
breeds anything but misanthropy
As proved by the isotropy
Since that bang,
we move in equal directions.
But walls around all sections
Obscure that view’

‘We’re all in a giant micro wave
A nuclear mess no summit can stem
Eons ago it fried a chicken from hell
And his mates, in meteoric mayhem
While here we are and we can’t even save
Well…
My foot!’

‘All this knowledge, yet I’m still limping’,
and she pointed at the clump.
Honestly, no one has a clue!
Most of us are numb.
Either we think, or we do
But how do we connect the two?’

‘You needn’t sympathise with my plight
Because I think on my feet
And I consider myself blessed!
See the world race past like rats, obsessed
But disconnected from the need
I can calculate the speed of light
And then shine it in the night.’

© 2014, Myriam Heffels

The orchids have died

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The orchids have died
Withered, dried
No care could have saved them
Even if we tried

They were tended and grown
By a delicate hand
Once only a sprig
In a faraway land

Flown to the realm
Of the folk who have all
And believe to command
With immunity to fall

But when blue birds are silenced
And speech of freedom is lost
The beauty of Phaleonopsis
Cannot meet the cost

So a forest of colour
Has grown out of sight
And with the death of honour
Seems forlorn at onset of night

But behold, there is light!
When those of lesser valour
Fall and expose their hollow plight
All eyes opened by the horror
That can no more be denied…

Now the orchids have died
Water stopped flowing and they dried
None alone could ever save them
And survive this ferocious pesticide

But it is not too late
Remember how once before began
Don’t press repeat, turn fate
Of this forest of colour
Redeem our honour
See the exotic flowers blossom
Anew. As now we fathom
And now we have tried

© 2014, Myriam Heffels