Esther III daily quibbles 21.638 9/1=25/8 '04 e.v.


Zalige nachtrust
en stilte in alle talen.

Maar
ondertussen?

Miljarden sterren
aan de hemel ~
mensen, dieren,
planten groeiende
op aarde ...

Wandelend door ruines,
achterbuurten,
villawijken.

Eeuwige stranden
vol van eindeloze nieuwsgierigheid!

Vroeger,
nog heel niet zo lang
geleden:
veel minder
afwisseling?

Alles
draaide
bij wijze van
spreken
om de bijbelverhalen.

Zondags naar
de kerk.

Lezen na het eten.

Radiogolven en al die andere.

Door de eeuwen heen
van steeds minder
naar steeds
meer.

Boekrollen.
Boeken~kopie
met de hand geschreven.
Boekdrukkunst.

Reformaties.
Kranten en tijdschriften
en
NIEUWS ...

Onstuitbaar
onblusbaar
vuur
dat constant om
meer voeding vraagt.

Televisie met de hele wereld er op en er aan
24 uur per dag.
Zeven dagen per week.
Maanden & jaren
vliegen
voorbij ...

Computers ~ virtueel cyberspaces.
It boggles the mind,
Mister Natural said.

Onrust. Geluiden.
Brainwaves.

En het geschiedde in die dagen,
dat ...
I was the one who came down
from Irminloo
to be baptized by the World in
the river Yardeen.

Somewhere inbetween Mount Hermon with
'eternal snow'
and the Dead~Sea
where everything turns
to salt.

Pillars of Solomon.

Golden Stardust and
One Drop of Rain.

Besnijdenis. Doop. Dope.
Hemel & aarde ...

And the gospels would declare that
on immersion,
the heavens open up.
Seeing spirits descending like doves
and the devil as a flash
of lightning ...

You are my beloved children
in whom I am
disappointed & well pleased ...

Then the Spirit drove us into the wilderness, and
we we there for forty years,
months, weeks, days, hours and minutes.

Tempted by Satan
or G*D.

While I would not say that 'gospels'
are false,
they have much exaggeration
in them?

People's power:
to have the gift of extreme
exaggeration.

Overdrijving van goede en kwade eigenschappen
en oneindig veel
mogelijkheden.

myDi~words I uttered describing
gentleness
and rage ...

Words written many years
after 'things'
happened.

Repeating baby~cries,
children's voices,
puberal rambling
& gambling.

Adolescent stories for all ages,
stages
and wages of sin
and sorrow ending in
emptiness ...

But still,
in the meantime:
old wives tell tales,
old men talk about their worries.

Such and other myDi~tales
can be leaned upon
when
the little seed
becomes one big tree.
Water, light, plants, air, animals
& US!

Some tales are
like a bush that tears free from its roots
and blows about in the wind
rolling around the desert:
deserted houses ...

house for sale!

GIVE ME PEACE
& understanding ...

Let me speak about what goes on
in our mind ...

Give me Space
& Eternity?

JUST FOR A WHILE!

So many voices
in the Wind ...

SO I will give you
my own
account.

And for those
who would ask how these myDi~words
come to this page
here and now,
I would tell them to look upon it
as
a small miracle.

Also my gospel is:
full of miracles!

YET
I would hope to remain closer
to truth in its variable
forms ...

Enough for NOW!
{I hope ...}

Who
knows when
the Spirit will
Strike again to let
Empires crumble to dust
and form 'the eternal new kingdom'
of heaven and earth
at birth ...

again
and again &
AGAIN
...
engel
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