My words are my hope.
Where they originate, I am not sure, though I speculate upon their birth.
Inside of me, my children wait patiently, growing from seed to verbal seedling
Searching for inspiration like sunlight to pull upon a single root to
Lift up symmetrical leaves that perpetuate motion in all directions.
Inside me without appendages of fingers and toes and miniature limbs
Without eyes or tongue they will exist and somehow I know
When the universe calls one shall come forth and sing life’s experience
Sweet like a lead choir boy before the crack of voice.
Without physical limbs he shall moves mountains and create winds that touch the Souls of the multitudes, without voice he shall be heard among the silence and Voices shall cry out and laughter will tickle the throats of the throngs
And tears Shall fall in acknowledgment of truths and smiles
Shall follow knowing the silence of oneness has been broken.
Through the great source of all, into my hands, the words shall be born
And I will lift them up and give them names.
I will connect them together by imaginary dots and offer them to all
Willing to hear,
To all willing to know,
To all who are willing to see.
From the inside they shall reach out and into - and be planted into Eden’s unknown
He will flow like a river and churn stagnant ponds and
Awaken movement where once was still.
And he’ll find voice when read to another and song when sung by angels
And he will say what needs to be said...
and then wait patiently until another comes and they will stand together
and yet apart
Special in every way and full of hope...
Richard Nedervelt
Fanning the Flames
Monday, November 1, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Gone but not Lost
Pau are the chanting voices among Hawaii’s Kings and Queens
The fishing nets thrown into abundant seas
And the poetic language of the people.
Gone are the winds of our ancestors
The rice fields in Waikiki
The sparse and open land upon the ocean
So long has the chord to our Mother been severed
We have been weaned from her tit without notice.
We have become deaf to the rocks and trees, lands and seas
Blind to the natural beauty that is around us, beneath us, above us,
And the inherent beauty that we are.
For now, KAPU is written around our spirits
We stand still, afraid to cross imaginary lines of illusion and lies.
Our warriors of Polynesian decent have become children once again
Sucking fragile tits of yeast and barley in colacoa (kalakoa) bottles.
Man made mixtures of unnatural chemicals are smoked
Poisoning our Aloha.
Even our brothers and sister of pure blood
Have become Haoles, they are without Aloha
Without the knowledge, without the Breath of Life.
Long gone, forever changed, but not lost
For a few have found the over grown paths of our ancestors
They have reattached to our Mother and have searched frantically
For old ways, old songs, old legends of old truths forgotten.
Today I listen and hear the ancient chants full of life
Calling us home like prodigal sons and daughters forgiving all.
In silence I find my own breath, in breath I find the old voices
And hear the rebirth of my own.
In this moment I return to the islands that are Hawaii
Placing my forehead and nose to Mother Hawaii
Breathing deep, full, and pure
Life returns
Richard Nedervelt
28 Sept 2010
The fishing nets thrown into abundant seas
And the poetic language of the people.
Gone are the winds of our ancestors
The rice fields in Waikiki
The sparse and open land upon the ocean
So long has the chord to our Mother been severed
We have been weaned from her tit without notice.
We have become deaf to the rocks and trees, lands and seas
Blind to the natural beauty that is around us, beneath us, above us,
And the inherent beauty that we are.
For now, KAPU is written around our spirits
We stand still, afraid to cross imaginary lines of illusion and lies.
Our warriors of Polynesian decent have become children once again
Sucking fragile tits of yeast and barley in colacoa (kalakoa) bottles.
Man made mixtures of unnatural chemicals are smoked
Poisoning our Aloha.
Even our brothers and sister of pure blood
Have become Haoles, they are without Aloha
Without the knowledge, without the Breath of Life.
Long gone, forever changed, but not lost
For a few have found the over grown paths of our ancestors
They have reattached to our Mother and have searched frantically
For old ways, old songs, old legends of old truths forgotten.
Today I listen and hear the ancient chants full of life
Calling us home like prodigal sons and daughters forgiving all.
In silence I find my own breath, in breath I find the old voices
And hear the rebirth of my own.
In this moment I return to the islands that are Hawaii
Placing my forehead and nose to Mother Hawaii
Breathing deep, full, and pure
Life returns
Richard Nedervelt
28 Sept 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Kenji's Laws (My cat)
Ten things, my cat Kenji taught me.
Do yoga every morning, stretch before even getting out of bed.
Ask for what you want in life. Even if other may not understand you, be persistent and keep going until you’re understood and you get your answer.
If someone you love is to distracted by work, worries, studies, give them some time, but then move in, get their attention, and when their good and relaxed move on so then can get things done.
Kneading someone is much nicer then NEEDING someone, God is all we truly need to be complete. The rest of our true needs will be met in Divine time and not ours, so why stress.
Sex isn’t everything, (Well?) sometimes just cozening up to someone for closeness, a massage, a back-scratch, or in Kenji’s case a little Kneading is just perfect. He often offers the massage first knowing I will reciprocate.
If no one has time to spend with you or play, grab a toy mouse, throw it up in the air, and play with it yourself.
Listen to you six-sense or gut instinct. His sense is mostly always correct. He knows when a bath is coming or I’m going to cut his nails. Then he makes a game out of it to see if I can catch him. Often times, I give up until I can catch him off guard.
Say Hello to everyone. In my last building that I use to live in and the present one, he says, “Meow” to everyone and almost everyone meows or talks back to him. He doesn’t stop to think, “Will they like me? Will I come across strange? Will they get the wrong idea?” He just tries and if they don’t say anything and they give him a weird look, he just ignores it and relaxes a little more in his spot or continues on his stroll.
If you get bored move on to the next activity or project, don’t over think it, just react. Sometimes action is all it takes to make the good times roll.
If you got shit, bury it, don’t carry it.
Do your business and move on, don’t tote it around for others to deal with, cause believe me when I say there is more where that came from. Bury it and then run like hell.
Do yoga every morning, stretch before even getting out of bed.
Ask for what you want in life. Even if other may not understand you, be persistent and keep going until you’re understood and you get your answer.
If someone you love is to distracted by work, worries, studies, give them some time, but then move in, get their attention, and when their good and relaxed move on so then can get things done.
Kneading someone is much nicer then NEEDING someone, God is all we truly need to be complete. The rest of our true needs will be met in Divine time and not ours, so why stress.
Sex isn’t everything, (Well?) sometimes just cozening up to someone for closeness, a massage, a back-scratch, or in Kenji’s case a little Kneading is just perfect. He often offers the massage first knowing I will reciprocate.
If no one has time to spend with you or play, grab a toy mouse, throw it up in the air, and play with it yourself.
Listen to you six-sense or gut instinct. His sense is mostly always correct. He knows when a bath is coming or I’m going to cut his nails. Then he makes a game out of it to see if I can catch him. Often times, I give up until I can catch him off guard.
Say Hello to everyone. In my last building that I use to live in and the present one, he says, “Meow” to everyone and almost everyone meows or talks back to him. He doesn’t stop to think, “Will they like me? Will I come across strange? Will they get the wrong idea?” He just tries and if they don’t say anything and they give him a weird look, he just ignores it and relaxes a little more in his spot or continues on his stroll.
If you get bored move on to the next activity or project, don’t over think it, just react. Sometimes action is all it takes to make the good times roll.
If you got shit, bury it, don’t carry it.
Do your business and move on, don’t tote it around for others to deal with, cause believe me when I say there is more where that came from. Bury it and then run like hell.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Song
Flowing forth in an abundant cascade of peace and tranquility,
That which I inhale enters and is released
From the very core that is me, my spirit is reborn,
Sounding out a concerto created for the One that is within all.
With eyes close my head slowly turns tilting ever so slightly to the right,
Floating, free falling, sailing into the universe, continuing as if inside me each breath
Is a triumphant and joyous note that is being created
to be placed into the most sacred of compositions,
and I the composer, forgetting time and place, past and future,
Here and now, I live in this moment like music.
With breath
With love that is heard as if a thousand angels have gathered
Singing for me
Singing for love
Singing for peace
I close my eyes and tilt my head ever so slightly to the left and I smile
For God is present and I am present and nothing else matters in this moment.
For there is song now that answer every questions, calms every breath
Releases every worry, and embraces me as completely
as the wind embraces the Heavens
And a melody embraces a single moment in continuous repetition,
Like water flowing in a cycle that never ends.
Richard Nedervelt
07-13-08
That which I inhale enters and is released
From the very core that is me, my spirit is reborn,
Sounding out a concerto created for the One that is within all.
With eyes close my head slowly turns tilting ever so slightly to the right,
Floating, free falling, sailing into the universe, continuing as if inside me each breath
Is a triumphant and joyous note that is being created
to be placed into the most sacred of compositions,
and I the composer, forgetting time and place, past and future,
Here and now, I live in this moment like music.
With breath
With love that is heard as if a thousand angels have gathered
Singing for me
Singing for love
Singing for peace
I close my eyes and tilt my head ever so slightly to the left and I smile
For God is present and I am present and nothing else matters in this moment.
For there is song now that answer every questions, calms every breath
Releases every worry, and embraces me as completely
as the wind embraces the Heavens
And a melody embraces a single moment in continuous repetition,
Like water flowing in a cycle that never ends.
Richard Nedervelt
07-13-08
Oh Spirit
Inside the outer
deeply intertwined
I meander and call out
"Oh Spirit! Oh Spirit of mine!"
Inside the outer
Nothing is over looked or passed by
In the darkest corners I bring light
I find the greatest voids and call out waiting for echos and answers to return
I lift up fallen dreams setting them upright where they stand
I set a fire to old memories burning them so that they rise into this internal universe
so that they become part of all that is and will be
so that they are not alone or remembered with labels of worth
so that they are more then any given moment dictates
Inside I call forth the lost spirit
I call that child, the wife, the son, the daughter, the dead
I call out, "Oh Spirit, You are needed, you are loved, and you have a purpose."
"Oh Spirit, I call you home, I call you in, I call you back, and I reclaim you."
Inside the deepest ocean, the fiercest storm, the widest cavern, I call you and take you back to my chest, I raise my voice releasing the pains real and imagined
I make room inside for brother spirit
I make room for me to be me
I make room for inside to shine outside
I make peace and reclaim my Spirit and my Life
Inside I thank Spirit for hearing my cry and heeding my plea
Inside I breath deep outside, until all spirits and mine are one
"Oh Spirit."
deeply intertwined
I meander and call out
"Oh Spirit! Oh Spirit of mine!"
Inside the outer
Nothing is over looked or passed by
In the darkest corners I bring light
I find the greatest voids and call out waiting for echos and answers to return
I lift up fallen dreams setting them upright where they stand
I set a fire to old memories burning them so that they rise into this internal universe
so that they become part of all that is and will be
so that they are not alone or remembered with labels of worth
so that they are more then any given moment dictates
Inside I call forth the lost spirit
I call that child, the wife, the son, the daughter, the dead
I call out, "Oh Spirit, You are needed, you are loved, and you have a purpose."
"Oh Spirit, I call you home, I call you in, I call you back, and I reclaim you."
Inside the deepest ocean, the fiercest storm, the widest cavern, I call you and take you back to my chest, I raise my voice releasing the pains real and imagined
I make room inside for brother spirit
I make room for me to be me
I make room for inside to shine outside
I make peace and reclaim my Spirit and my Life
Inside I thank Spirit for hearing my cry and heeding my plea
Inside I breath deep outside, until all spirits and mine are one
"Oh Spirit."
At One - Moment
I hope that I will remain in this moment.
Seeing with childlike vision, not knowing the time,
pleading to stay in the current of the ocean just a little while longer.
Here, resting face up on a sandy shore, I change like a chameleon
as waves and whitewash circle my feet and return to the open sea before me.
In this moment,so still, aware, at peace, needing nothing more
then what is before me.
I follow the flow of my breath in
like Alice into the rabbit hole
and I follow my breath out
returning to the present.
Like a traveler, I come and go with each breath roaming everywhere and yet remaining at one with this moment at all times, enjoying the feasts before me, knowing what is here, in this place, is all that matters.
In this moment, I know the creator
In this moment, I see with eyes wide open
In this moment, I follow my breath in and out
In this moment, I am and I understand.
Smiling, knowing that it is all that matters...
Richard Nedervelt
05-28-09
Seeing with childlike vision, not knowing the time,
pleading to stay in the current of the ocean just a little while longer.
Here, resting face up on a sandy shore, I change like a chameleon
as waves and whitewash circle my feet and return to the open sea before me.
In this moment,so still, aware, at peace, needing nothing more
then what is before me.
I follow the flow of my breath in
like Alice into the rabbit hole
and I follow my breath out
returning to the present.
Like a traveler, I come and go with each breath roaming everywhere and yet remaining at one with this moment at all times, enjoying the feasts before me, knowing what is here, in this place, is all that matters.
In this moment, I know the creator
In this moment, I see with eyes wide open
In this moment, I follow my breath in and out
In this moment, I am and I understand.
Smiling, knowing that it is all that matters...
Richard Nedervelt
05-28-09
Sunday, September 5, 2010
With Eyes Closed
Inside the turtle's shell
Shell squared and hard
Hard and alive but hidden
Hidden from others and self
Self existing at every point
Point now pointing to the truth
Truth fills the shell
Shell hard squared protecting
Protecting soft rounded edges
Edges too long hidden inside
Inside, moving, racing, beating, fighting, feeling, loving,
Loving with eyes closed
Closed mind opens inside out
Out into the sea-open see
See with eyes closed.
Richard Nedervelt
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