My soul is in another world
It has flown away on the wings of joy
How do I go on with daily tasks
With my head in the clouds?
Don’t want to come down from this blessed place
To which I have been transported by love
My soul is in another world
It has flown away on the wings of joy
The faculty that helps us create is other-worldly
Cannot be of the material world
We use elements of the material world
To create beautiful music, write beautiful poetry
Create beautiful art
But what creates it is other-worldly
Intangible
Invisible
Mysterious…
And what comes from the invisible realm
Touches our heart and soul
Which belongs to the realm of the unseen
Music transports us to another time and place
Poetry sheds light on concepts that
Don’t belong to the realm of matter
Art cheers the soul!
The invisible, intangible, mysterious part of our reality
Craves beauty, and harmony and purity
And when presented with these
It feels nourished and satisfied
A sad heart is cheered by a joyous melody
A distressed soul is uplifted by the magic of poetry
The invisible is made visible by the arts
And in turn touches the invisible part of us!
Lida Berghuis
November 24th, 2014
Are you fearful of getting older?
Not if I’m learning my lessons as I go
Not if I’m contributing to other people’s joy
Not if I’m doing something useful!
Are you fearful of getting older?
Not if I can look at the world with wiser eyes
A more compassionate heart
A twinkle in my eyes
Are you afraid of getting older?
No, since my spirit does not age
My laughter does not get old
My smile is as young as ever!
Yes, my body may not heal as fast as before
But perhaps my spirit can heal faster
There are wrinkles here and there
But why look down on wrinkles
They are the sign of a life well-lived!
So, let’s not fear aging
Let’s celebrate a life well-lived!
Lida Berghuis
October 6th, 2014
Where are you on the sound cloud, I asked a friend
The sound cloud…
The cloud that sings
The cloud that soothes the soul
The cloud that inspires and energises
A magical cloud!
The sound cloud
A place I should visit more often
To feed my soul
To feel joyful!
The sound cloud!
My favourite kind of cloud
No rain comes from this cloud
No gloomy weather accompanies it
This cloud rains emotions
Happy emotions, sad emotions
Genuine emotions, powerful emotions
This cloud does not block the sun
It opens the gates to serenity and calm
The sound cloud
My favourite cloud
I should go there more often
To console my sometimes weary soul
Lida Berghuis
September 14th, 2014
On the lookout for beauty
Something to cheer my soul
Because doesn’t beauty do that so well?
A beautiful melody
A beautiful arrangement of flowers
A beautiful piece of art
A beautiful poem
A beautiful song!
All these cheer my soul
Bring me to a place of calm
I can leave my worries behind along with
My to-do list, my obligations, my responsibilities
All these can wait for a few moments as I breathe in
Deeply the fragrance of beauty
The challenges of life are many
And in the end, one of the things that sustains me
Is beauty!
In a world full of trials
Where sadness and sorrow can’t be avoided
Where we are tested each day
Where disappointment is inevitable…
Art and beauty provide a balm
A reason to go on and
To celebrate life and love
Lida Berghuis
August 3rd, 2014
It’s as if a piece of our soul
Gets melded to each other
When we go through the fire of trials
My colleague and I experienced
A few weeks from hell
When we started teaching in a new location
In a new program
With little guidance
And lots to learn
It was sink or swim
And to say the water was rough
Is an understatement
The sheer strength of our will
And our support for each other
The reason we kept going
The reason we got to the other side
For four months we dealt with all manner
Of unexpected things
Ups and downs
Detours and stops
And this experience created a bond
A strong bond
A bond that puts a smile on our faces
When we see each other now
We confide in each other
We worry for the other
We cheer each other
And all this because we went through
The fire of trials!
Lida Berghuis
September 7th, 2014
Poetry heals
How, you say?
The same way music uplifts you!
The same way a piece of art intrigues you!
The same way a song speaks to you!
The same way a story moves you!
Poetry
Is communion with the Divine
Poetry is sacred
That’s what I’ve been taught
Rumi, Hafiz, Tahirih
Nourish my soul with magical words
Words like diamonds
Priceless and pure
Words like rain
Wash my pain away
And when I hear a poem I need to hear
It shakes me to my foundation
Truth is revealed
Growth occurs
Someone has touched my soul!
Poetry
The instrument of the Divine
Complex issues
Are laid out
Poetry heals
Poetry guides
Poetry uplifts
Poetry defines
Lida Berghuis
April 26th, 2010
Inspired by Saved by a poem
Can’t feel pain unless we step into the fire
Can’t burn the impurities off our soul
Can’t experience pain just looking at fire
Can’t understand pain intellectually, no!
Once heat has seared our skin
Once our soul has felt the heat of trials
We are transported somewhere else
A place that is hard to describe
But those who have been there can tell you
It is worth the pain, abundant the rewards
Lida Berghuis
October 25th, 2013
Poetry is the essence of life
The things that count
The things that touch us, move us
Elevate us
Poetry is an emanation of the soul
Our essential self
Our eternal self
Our higher self
Poetry is about the intangible things
Love, compassion, curiosity
Poetry reaches where other things can’t
It penetrates our material shell
And illumines our inner self
Poetry is the expression of love
Love for the Divine
Love for our fellow man
Poetry is other-worldly
Magical, mystical, transformative
Poetry is beauty
A beauty that does not fade
Poetry is a love song
Death may not be an uplifting topic to some
But I think it does actually uplift us
Up out of this physical plane
Which despite our attachment to it
Does cause us much sorrow and pain
Up out of this world
Where we struggle to choose good over evil
And upon our death
Our spirit is released from its physical limitations
And like a bird flies out of its golden cage
Death is a continuation of this life
I prefer the concept of life after life
But perhaps our spirit will be in a more developed state
The dream world is a sign of the existence
of realms beyond this realm
Where we can communicate with those who
Have arrived there first
Perhaps we fear death
Because we fear annihilation
But what if death is the release of our spirit
From its material form
And its continued existence in a higher state!
Lida Berghuis
October 6th, 2013
*The first one being Depression
which I wrote a poem about earlier!
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