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Mostly photography, with the occasional philosophical contemplation

7: Vulnerable

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With eyes wide open looking into the world
I can feel depths i have never felt before
Emotional states of being come and go
The variety of feelings seems never ending

Pain, joy, sadness and laughter
All blended together in the stomach
The head is full of profound thoughts
While it tries to think no thoughts at all

How can i bare all of life’s bombarding
The senses in continuous overdrive
To keep up with this exhausting rhythm
Though i never felt his much aliveness

As the cocoon slowly breaks and opens up
Life touches and tickles in many ways
This new found sensitivity is very special
It just requires time to learn how to play

4: Vulnerable

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Vulnerable

To allow myself to open up
To finally show what is hidden
To express what really moves me
How come it is so scary?

Yet the prospect of having to live
With all the pain locked inside
Emotional blockades ruining me
Can only lead to depression

So the urgency is very clear
I have to allow myself to open up
Fear of rejection and failure
Will surely be my guide for some time

Yet many have walked this path before
Teaching that in being vulnerable
Seeing the others are no other than we
We can share our most precious gifts

From this moment onwards
I let the free heart speak
With its shaky unstable voice
Stepping into an unknown world

Cause the world needs me to be
Vulnerable opening all senses
To the suffering and pain
Of the world in which we live

Instead of looking away again
I feel that this time i can stay
Let life run through my veins
As the heart cries out its song of hurt

Resting in the Heart

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The heart klein

Resting in the Heart

Soft with a melodious fragrance
Sending out a symphony of colors
Lighthearted and care free
You dance the dance of light
Opening your heart to all
While you rest in nature’s lap

Red Admiral

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Atalanta closed Atalanta open

First of all, what a cool name for this butterfly! In Dutch this species is called Atalanta – after the Latin name, but Red Admiral sounds very cool 🙂 Today I’ve got two photographs, one with the wings closed and one with the wings opened. Luckily the butterfly was buzzing around my head and landing close by so i could should both. My personal preference goes out to the wings closed, since this side of the wings is so incredibly patterned and colored. And yet, with it’s wings fully open, it’s also a beauty.. why would i make a choice anyway lol..