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Ingezonden gedichten (87)

"We are
freeborn
birds,
wherever
we go
there will be
freedom
and sunshine
around us."

Slow dance

 Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?

 Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

 You better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

 Do you run through each day on the fly
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?

 When the day is done,
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through you head?

 You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

 Ever told your child
We'll do it tomorrow
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?

 Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
'Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?

 You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

 When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift...
Thrown away...
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

Op school stonden ze op het bord geschreven,
het werkwoord 'hebben' en het werkwoord 'zijn';
hiermee was tijd, was eeuwigheid gegeven,
de ene werkelijkheid, de and're schijn.

'Hebben' is niets. Is oorlog. Is niet leven.
Is van de wereld en haar goden zijn.
'Zijn' is boven de dingen uitgeheven,
vervuld worden van goddelijke pijn.

'Hebben' is hard. Is lichaam. Is twee borsten.
Is naar de aarde hongeren en dorsten.
Is enkel zinnen, enkel botte plicht.

'Zijn' is de ziel, is luisteren, is wijken,
is kind worden en naar de sterren kijken,
en daarheen langzaam worden opgelicht.