tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266562995500635782012-02-16T17:32:59.665-08:00Mirjamnoreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-51576299815807657602011-03-09T13:29:00.000-08:002011-03-09T13:29:13.563-08:00<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik ben de zon</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik ben het licht </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>De liefde, is het gezicht</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Dat ik in de spiegel zie</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik roep</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Tegen mijn spiegelbeeld</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik hou van jou</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik hou van jou</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>En blijf je eeuwig trouw</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik schaam me niet meer</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Voor mij licht</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Roept het uit in dit gedicht</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik heb me lief, ik heb me lief</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Dan kijk ik je aan</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>En zie in jou weerspiegeld</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Dat hele mooie licht</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>En zeg ook tegen jou</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik heb je lief</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik heb je lief</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik heb je lief,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Net zoveel als, dat ik</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik van mezelf hou</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Want ik is jij</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>En jij is ik</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>En de Liefde</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Zijn we allebei</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ieder mens zou in</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Die spiegel mogen kijken</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>En zonder angst </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Uitroepen</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Hé spiegelbeeld</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik hou van jou!</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Geschreven door mij Mirjam</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Voel me weer heerlijk geïnspireerd.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-5157629981580765760?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-86282115111010257342011-03-09T12:48:00.000-08:002011-03-09T12:48:17.157-08:00<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Ik was rauw</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>nog onontgonnen</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>vol onontdekt gebied</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>vol stormen</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>en wrede stromen</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>toch was ik dat </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>ook niet.</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Pas toen het licht</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>zijn weg weer vond</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>en de stilte</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>nee, niet die voor </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>de storm</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Doch de eeuwige</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>waar mijn ware wezen huist</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>door al dat ontgonnen</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>gebied doorkruist</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>mij vond.....</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>Straalde daar de witte Parel</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>en was dat al</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong>wat bestond!</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"></span></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">Zelf geschreven en geïnspireerd gedicht door mij,</span><br /><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">Mirjam Heetveld.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-8628211511101025734?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-91997716641610934452011-03-09T07:11:00.000-08:002011-03-09T07:11:48.094-08:00<span style="color: #073763;"><strong>No change</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>no change</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>no change</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>still everything is different.</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>from what it used to be.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>The Stillness</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>took it all</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>became it all.</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>became me</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>And i</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>are no longer here</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Mirjam is dead</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>long live Mirjam</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Geschreven door mij Mirjam.</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Geïnspireerd door de Stille ruimte.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-9199771664161093445?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-60843261035220458722010-06-24T14:02:00.000-07:002010-06-24T14:04:52.534-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Vreugdevolle liefde stromend door mijn wezen. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Stralende ogen glinsteren en verwonderen over de ondergaande zon. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">De kleurenpracht die de hemel steeds donkerder kleurt van rood, roze, grijs en blauw... </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En ik denk en voel het allemaal bruizen. Het leven in mij en dat wat ik aanschouw. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Als een kunstwerk. Ik ben daar één mee. verbonden. nooit gescheiden. Ik ben één met het leven. Ik ben het leven dat in de wolken schrijft: Ik hou van jouw.... </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-6084326103522045872?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-12548079434523227522010-06-24T09:38:00.000-07:002010-06-24T09:41:39.642-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><em>Dicht bij de aard<br />Zijn Zij die<br />Het leven geschonken<br />Indronken<br />Hun licht<br />Gevend<br />In ontvangende<br />Handen<br />De aarde verlichten<br /><br />Met gedichten<br />En verzen<br />In nesten<br />Van<br />Vogels<br />Zijn zij<br />Gevlogen<br />En zingen het lied<br /><br />Van de aarde<br />Die de hemel<br />Ontving.</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;">geschreven door mij</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;">ontvangen door het veld van inspiratie</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-1254807943452322752?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-58550915051739272552010-04-26T08:05:00.000-07:002010-04-26T08:18:16.087-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Wie ben ik? </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Hangt als een vage vraag </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">aan mijn lippen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Wie kan ik zijn? </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Moet nog ontstaan </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En ik zit nu in het midden </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">te staren uit het raam </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En zie de zon,<br />De blauwe lucht </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">mijn kat die spint </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">haar ogen dicht </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Een glimlach op mijn gezicht </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik ben er nog </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">maar weet niets </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik leef gewoon </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">zoals het komt. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dat lijkt mijn kat te spinnen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ja, daar kan ik wel wat mee </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En laat, net als mijn kat </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">het leven,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">leven door mij heen. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Geschreven door mij, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-5855091505173927255?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-19266670967220628122010-04-24T13:36:00.000-07:002010-04-24T13:39:12.206-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik begrijp mezelf even niet.<br />Voel een enorm verdriet<br />Het doet pijn.<br />Maar weet niet<br />Wat het is, dat pijn doet<br /><br />Is het, het gevoel<br />Van definitief voorbij<br />En is het dan ook echt voorbij?<br />Of omdat wat ik voelde<br />Niet gevoeld werd<br />Niet gezien.<br /><br />Of is het de simpele wens<br />Een behoefte<br />Dat ik er ook voor hem<br />Mocht zijn, Zoals hij voor mij was.<br />Een vriend<br /><br />Of doet het pijn,<br />Door de twijfel<br />Dat wat er is geweest<br />Slechts een illusie was<br />Een illusie voor mijn geest.<br /><br />Ik weet het niet.<br />Ik voel slechts dit diep verdriet.<br />Dit hartzeer.<br /><br />Misschien doet het er niet toe<br />En vraagt het simpel aan mij<br />Voel me, heb me lief.<br />Ik ben jouw pijn,<br />Ik ben jouw verdriet<br />Houdt van mij.<br />Stuur me niet weg.<br />Verstop me niet<br />Laat me even bij je schuilen<br />En door jouw ogen<br />Uithuilen.<br />In tranen van onmacht.<br />In een eenvoudig niet weten.<br /><br /><br />geschreven door mij.<br />Mirjam heetveld</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-1926667096722062812?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-47157361154093732172010-04-24T05:45:00.000-07:002010-04-24T05:47:39.042-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">She is frozen.<br />Frozen in time<br />Or held hostage<br />by your mind<br /><br />She is just your mind girl<br />That girl is only there<br />To be found.<br />Yeah, only in your mind.<br /><br />Because I aren’t there<br />You know...<br /><br />I know you look at me<br />And think you see her.<br />But let me tell you<br />She does not exist<br />She is not real<br /><br />Do not get me wrong<br />I have been there to<br />Thought, believed<br />You where the boy<br />I saw in my mind<br />But now I know<br />That he is not you.<br /><br />So open your eyes<br />Open up you eyes<br />And see.<br /><br />I am not frozen<br />Frozen in time<br />I am free to fly<br />Telling you<br />Goodbye.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">written by me.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-4715736115409373217?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-87355949929628618572010-04-14T17:58:00.000-07:002010-04-14T18:00:24.221-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">My heart<br />Beating<br />A unique<br />Rhythm <br />Only one<br />Designed<br />For me<br />It is pulsing<br />Through<br />My delicate<br />But strong body<br />Vibrates<br />In every fibre<br />Of my being.<br />My heart is Me.<br />Connected to every heart<br />With that, it beats in perfect<br />Harmony.<br /><br />Written by me,<br />Mirjam Heetveld</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-8735594992962861857?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-26890931472195439592010-04-14T10:51:00.000-07:002010-04-14T11:02:44.530-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">My voice strained<br />A still whisper<br />Coming out...<br />But no words<br /><br />Can you hear me?<br />Do you see me?<br />Do feel me<br />Do you understand me?<br /><br />I cannot speak<br />My mouth<br />Form no words<br /><br />My eyes<br />Fierce<br />Piercing<br />Fire<br />My eyes speak<br />Show you<br />What I cannot tell.<br /><br />I know you can hear me<br />Open up<br />See<br />Feel....<br />I know you can.<br /><br />I know you can hear me........<br /><br />Inspired by the music of the Movie Remember Me (score soundtrack) I know you can hear me. </span><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TryjZTQob3I">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TryjZTQob3I</a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Written by me,<br />Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-2689093147219543959?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-91897873223291695052010-03-21T16:55:00.000-07:002010-03-21T16:58:37.976-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><br />Flowers we are<br />In deep and various<br />Colors<br />Everywhere<br />We bloom<br />Bloom to our<br />Purpose<br />The purpose<br />Of totally being<br />Being who we<br />Are<br />Every one unique<br />But<br />The same in so<br />Many ways<br />What binds us…<br />Is Love<br />Everlasting<br />Unconditional Love<br />And I<br />I love<br />Just because I can<br />That’s just simply<br />Who I am.<br />Love</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dit gedicht heb ik geschreven. na aanleiding</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">van een mooie song van Yiruma genaamd: Flowers we are<br /><br /><br />Liefs,<br />Mirjam heetveld</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-9189787322329169505?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-21994458131915133272010-02-25T12:42:00.000-08:002010-02-25T12:43:42.574-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Tranen in leegte geschonken<br />Aan dat wat is<br />Emoties als rivieren<br />Soms verdronken<br />Kolkend<br />En toch ook kabbelt<br />Het voort<br />Zonder oponthoud.<br />Alleen in de diepte<br />Is de stilte te vinden<br />Een stilte die alles<br />Omvat.<br /><br />Liefs,<br />Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-2199445813191513327?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-70863085040729140542010-01-27T23:34:00.000-08:002010-01-27T23:38:05.259-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><br />Geliefde mensen wezen,<br />Verblijd je.<br />Liefde is en zal eeuwig<br />Je metgezel zijn.<br /><br />Het is de ware Liefde<br />Van het hart.<br />Je ware Zelf.<br /><br />Want lief mens<br />De Liefde…<br />Dat ben je Zelf.<br /><br />Vertrouw Haar alles toe<br />Opdat Zij je kan helen.<br />De duisternis… Verlicht Zij<br />Verheldert Zij.<br />Ontvangt Zij in al haar warmte<br />En Licht.<br /><br />De Liefde overwint<br />Gewoon door te Zijn<br />Jouw geliefde metgezel<br />Zij is jouw innerlijke Vlam.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">De Liefde Zelf.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-7086308504072914054?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-87491273803452241472010-01-27T23:14:00.000-08:002010-01-27T23:18:11.668-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Onzichtbare vleugels<br />Omvleugelen me voelbaar<br />Met warmte<br />Een liefdesgroet<br />Van de Engel van mijn hart.<br /><br />Verwarmend<br />Troostrijk<br />Geborgen geliefde<br />De Engel van mijn hart.<br /><br />Ontwapenend<br />Ontvankelijk<br />Een open hart<br />Mijn Engel,<br />Brengt de vrede<br />Die ik alleen niet vond.<br /><br />Zijn stille<br />Tedere stem leidt me<br />Naar dat wat mij vrede<br />En liefde schenkt.<br /><br />Dank je Engel van mijn hart.<br />Ik zal blijven luisteren<br />Naar Jouw liefdevolle stem.<br />Naar Je zachte strelingen in de richting<br />Van mijn ware wezen…<br /><br />De Liefde binnenin.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-8749127380345224147?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-27063846563231110132010-01-27T17:51:00.000-08:002010-01-27T17:54:01.240-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik heb je lief<br />Mijn hart omarmd je<br />Mijn ziel herkend je<br />Jouw stem, jouw lach<br />Ontbloot mijn angst<br />En laat mij stralen<br />In wie ik ben.<br />Zonder schroom<br />Zonder aarzeling<br />Heb ik je lief<br /><br />En ook al ben jij<br />Daar, en ik hier<br />Liefde omvat alles<br />Het omvat ons beide<br /><br />Omdat het de Liefde<br />Is die ik Lief heb.<br />Kan ik eenvoudig lief hebben,<br />zonder vast te houden<br />Gewoon houden van zoals<br />Het nu is.<br /><br />En ook al fladder je van de ene<br />Bloem naar de ander.<br />Of slijt je de dagen in stille rust<br />Afgezonderd van de drukte.<br />Ik heb je lief<br /><br />Ja, Liefhebben zonder voorwaarden.<br />Zo heel eenvoudig.<br />Zo heb ik je lief.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-2706384656323111013?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-45042744165324621282010-01-14T15:57:00.000-08:002010-01-14T16:02:11.398-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">In woorden</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">in zinnen,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">worden</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">werelden geboren</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">die er eerst</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">niet bestonden</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dromen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">gevoelens</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">verlangens</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">op papier</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Worden verhalen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">worden realiteit</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">bestaan</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">opeens</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Gebeurtenissen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">ontvouwen zich</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">op een wit scherm</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Personages</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">komen to leven</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En zo een nieuwe wereld</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">komt tot bestaan</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dat is wat </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">schrijven</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">doet</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Het neemt je mee</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">naar dat wat "niet bestond"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En laat <em>het</em> leven</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">laat je mee beleven.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-4504274416532462128?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-43278636606639486232009-11-21T15:42:00.000-08:002009-11-21T15:45:59.350-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">It doesnt matter </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">where you are </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">It doesnt matter </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">if you leave </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">the truth is </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">you never leave </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">my heart </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">you always are </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">there inside of me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">So when I miss you</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#330033;">To my heart I will go.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-4327863660663948623?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-21146761345663933602009-11-11T04:14:00.000-08:002009-11-11T04:15:45.975-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Feeling<br />all the stillness<br />within<br />No words<br />to be spoken<br />just a silent breath<br /><br />Listening<br />to the wind<br />the rustling<br /><br />But no words<br />all is so still<br />within<br /><br />And in this<br />loving stillness<br />I am free.<br /><br />Liefs,<br />Mirjam<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-2114676134566393360?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-16834638227148384832009-10-28T09:32:00.000-07:002009-10-28T09:35:02.338-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dankbaar te zijn </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">te leven </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">te geven </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">wonderlijke </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">momenten te beleven </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">In verbondenheid </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">met het al in All </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik ben verwonderd </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">over de kracht </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Over de soepelheid </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">de me dit alles geeft </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En ook al zit ik </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">hier alleen te typen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Voel ik me één </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">met het Leven </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">de Liefde </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">het Goddelijke Zijn </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ja, als een mozaisch tapijt </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">zo is alles verbonden </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Alles vibreerd en is ÉÉN </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Niets maar dan ook niets </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">staat opzichzelf. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ja, dit besef verdiept </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">en doet me verwonderen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">over de pracht van het Leven </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-1683463822714838483?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-12082376818331093492009-10-21T06:38:00.000-07:002009-10-21T06:44:35.139-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Heb jeZelf lief </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">ontvang je </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">eigenheid, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">je eigenwijsheid </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">met waardering </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Wie je bent </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">is precies </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">wie je </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">moet zijn </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">omdat </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">je het bent. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">heb lief jeZelf </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">want je bent </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">totaal </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">en volmaakt. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">gewoon door te zijn </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">wie je bent. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">meer is niet nodig. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-1208237681833109349?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-64195392152594291092009-10-21T06:37:00.000-07:002009-10-21T06:38:52.861-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik hoef niet meer </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">te verlangen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">want ik ben het ALL </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik hoef alleen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">maar te zien </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">werkelijk te zien </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En IK BEN! </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-6419539215259429109?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-52478363036259368592009-10-21T06:35:00.000-07:002009-10-21T06:37:09.069-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefde is al </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">dat ik ben </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">al het andere </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">is slechts rook </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">waar het </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">licht van die </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">liefde </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">steeds meer </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">doorheen straalt </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-5247836303625936859?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-7427255725669800972009-10-21T06:33:00.000-07:002009-10-21T06:35:00.891-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">De Liefde rust </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">rust in mijn hart </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">dankbaar</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-742725572566980097?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-47744110446335434872009-10-16T05:17:00.000-07:002009-10-16T05:21:25.723-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dromerig doe ik </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">de wereld ontwaken </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">die schermerig </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">verscholen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">ligt </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">onder lakens </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">van </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">kleurige bladeren </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Een verdwaalde vlinder </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">dwarrelt er tussen door.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-4774411044633543487?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-40412842650445122202009-10-06T10:36:00.000-07:002009-10-06T10:37:35.685-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Zwijgzaam ervaar ik<br />dat wat zich onthuld in<br />mijn bewustzijn<br /><br />Is het slechts een gedachte<br />of stoelt het op een realiteit<br />in de werkelijkheid<br /><br />Twijfels maken zich meester<br />van me<br />Niet wetend wat te geloven<br />kan ik vertrouwen?<br />In de woorden die me vreemd<br />in de oren klinken.<br /><br />Waar kan ik nog op vertrouwen?<br />Wat moet ik geloven?<br />Als vriendelijkheid niet meer echt is.<br />maar slechts een masker "lijkt" te zijn.<br />bestaat ze dan wel werkelijk?<br /><br />Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-4041284265044512220?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-3477761277420283322009-09-24T04:46:00.000-07:002009-09-24T04:57:42.601-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQTiUg1CfX4/SrteEZZ-qfI/AAAAAAAAAas/MHvDY8zCMVw/s1600-h/netherlands_butterfly_metamorphosis_transformation_crop_circle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385001209083898354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQTiUg1CfX4/SrteEZZ-qfI/AAAAAAAAAas/MHvDY8zCMVw/s400/netherlands_butterfly_metamorphosis_transformation_crop_circle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Er is een vlinder</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">een vlinder in mijn hart</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">zij laat mij hart zingen</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">zij ervaart als een </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">dwarrelend blad</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">de noten</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">van het prachtige</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">ritme van mijn</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">hart.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Zij danst</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">op die unieke</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Muziek</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Haar heel eigen stijl</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ja ze danst</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">op het ritme</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">van mijn hart.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">vreugdevol</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">en blij</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-347776127742028332?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-12421786514182724032009-09-22T14:48:00.000-07:002009-09-22T14:54:17.670-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Vlieg maar </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">spreid je vleugels maar uit </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">je hebt al zoveel overwonnen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Geniet van de wind </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">laat je dragen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">dragen door het licht </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Want je bent zelf zo licht </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">zo licht als een veertje </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ja, dans maar </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">dartel in de lucht </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Jij mooie vlinder </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">vlieg vreugdevol </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Laat mij genieten van je </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">en weten </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">dat ook ik vliegen kan </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dankje vlinder </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">vlinder van mijn hart.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-1242178651418272403?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-25411873222312977792009-09-21T09:16:00.000-07:002009-09-21T09:19:05.040-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Lost in space<br />endless, endless<br />space<br />wondering<br />where's my place<br /><br />dreaming up worlds<br />that do not<br />exist<br /><br />Not knowing<br />where I am<br /><br />Where am I?<br /><br />Do I exist<br />do you exist<br /><br />or is this just a dream<br />in a endless Mind<br />endless Space<br />Endless</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-2541187322231297779?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-10121929766890313322009-08-31T07:03:00.002-07:002009-08-31T07:07:01.625-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik weet nu<br />Zelfs in de pijn<br />Dat ik<br />Niets kan doen<br />Niets dan het leven<br />Door mij heen laten vloeien<br /><br />Ook in mijn angsten<br />En onzekerheden<br />Kan ik alleen maar kijken<br />Leren en ontdekken<br /><br />Toch weet ik zelf niets<br />Ben ik niets<br />In alle grootsheid<br />Die de Liefde is<br /><br />En toch is Zij in mij<br />Om mij.<br />Zij doorgrond mij,<br />Door Licht mij<br /><br />En hoewel ik niets weet<br />Weet ZIJ.<br />Kent ZIJ.<br />Door mij heen Alles.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Mirjam.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-1012192976689031332?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-28035957960810177812009-08-31T07:00:00.000-07:002009-08-31T07:02:13.397-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Wie ben ik<br />Zonder te weten<br />Wie ik ben<br /> Wie ben jij<br />zonder te weten<br />wie jij bent.<br /><br />Wat gebeurt er<br />Als de rommel<br />Over ons hart<br />Is opgeruimd<br /><br />Is dan de werkelijk<br />Werkelijk zichtbaar<br /><br />Zijn we dan transparant<br />Met een Grootmoedig<br />En warm Hart<br /><br />Een hart dat alleen maar<br />Liefde kent<br /><br />Een hart dat zelfs de rommel<br />Lief heeft.<br /><br />Omdat Ze begrijp.<br />Omdat Zij Ziet!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-2803595796081017781?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-90379854702200096302009-06-08T11:10:00.000-07:002009-06-08T11:16:39.052-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Focus on life</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>focus on me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>focus on you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>I don't see me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>you don't see me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>I wonder</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>who is seeing</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>deeper</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>than the surface</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>deeper</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>than whats in</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>front of you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>in front of me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>who is seeing?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Poem written by</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Mirjam heetveld</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-9037985470220009630?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-2201665958944500352009-06-02T11:32:00.000-07:002009-06-02T12:02:53.058-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">I am what I am </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">so deal with it</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">don’t picture me </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">in just one frame </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">One moment in time </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">one thought </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">one way. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Because if you do </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">you will miss </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">‘Cause I am not there </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">where you framed me </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">I moved on </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">and on and on </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">changed </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">and you didn’t </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">even notice </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Until you'll meet me again </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">and wonder where </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">she, the girl you thought </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">you knew </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">that picture girl </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">would be. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">So open your mind… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">to the way </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">you </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">look </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">at me now </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">that who you see </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">is not all that I am. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">It’s just the way </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">I am right now. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">nothing less,<br />nothing more. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">So deal with it </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">with an open mind </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">and moving heart. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Don’t picture me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">in just one frame </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">it’s just the way </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">I am today. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Poem written by: </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam Heetveld </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">on 2 juni 2009.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-220166595894450035?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-88382673182809832009-05-29T16:10:00.000-07:002009-05-29T16:13:34.789-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">A little leave<br />Floating on<br />A September breeze<br />Higher and higher<br /><br />The wind<br />Did make him<br />Leave its branch<br />And now its flying<br /><br />Flying to an unknown<br />Destiny<br />It doesn’t know were<br />It will land<br /><br />Its floating over<br />Trees and flowers<br />Water pools<br />And a burning fire<br /><br />And when the wind<br />Is slowing its pace<br />Its twirling and turning<br />And with grace<br /> The leave lands<br />In a little girls hands</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Poem written by me</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam heetveld</p><br /></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-8838267318280983?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-66040432663183299252009-05-18T05:53:00.000-07:002009-05-18T05:55:41.811-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong><em>Its not always about winning.<br />But more about being<br /><br />Mirjam Heetveld<br /> </em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-6604043266318329925?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-59998710130923636722009-05-18T05:48:00.000-07:002009-05-18T06:09:27.432-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Flowers blooming<br />Fresh<br />Sweet forest birds<br />Humming<br />And I<br /><br />I am dreaming<br />Dreaming of you<br />You and me<br /><br />You’re a perfect statue<br />Smoot marble skin<br />Glittering, sparkling crystals<br />Like tiny rainbows shining<br />In the midst of the sun beams<br /><br />Your golden eyes<br />Look in to mine<br />Gazing.<br />And I am gasping for breath<br /><br />Yes, you are my Angel vampire<br /><br />And I am<br />Happy you are mine<br /><br />Sweet Edward<br />Love of my eternity<br />Forever and ever<br /><br />I am your Bella.<br /><br />Written by Mirjam Heetveld<br />Inspired by the Twilight saga.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-5999871013092363672?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-46504586322118856692009-05-18T04:00:00.000-07:002009-05-18T04:10:32.996-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Just let me dream </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>dream away </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>in this beautiful </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>secret garden </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Just you and me </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>And your </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>soft and sweet </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>melody </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Play your amazing </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>and gentle tune </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Mesmerize me </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>with </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>it’s magical </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>tenderness </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>surround me </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>wrap me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>in your soothing </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>sweetness </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>into our own </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>private heaven </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Entwined </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>in Love </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>forever </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>gedicht ook geinspireerd door onderstaand muziekstuk; </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>gespeeld door Alexander Rybak(Song from a Secret Garden)</strong></span><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zQICjGt-1M"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zQICjGt-1M</strong></span></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong><br />Het gedicht is geschreven door mij.<br /><br />Liefs,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Mirjam</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-4650458632211885669?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-80239106003690863532009-05-17T18:39:00.000-07:002009-05-17T18:51:43.340-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Ook deze is geïnspireerd door: Alexander Rybak live - Song From A Secret Garden on the violin <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYOjtnvT8lc&amp;feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYOjtnvT8lc&amp;feature=related</a></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Ik kan niet zeggen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">zeggen wat het is </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">wat deze prachtige </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">melodie </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">met me doet </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Ik kan niet verklaren </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">dat gevoel </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">gevoel van passie </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">van diepte </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">van liefde </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">ontroering </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">het stroomt </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">en stroomt </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">als een rivier </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">een rivier </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">die buiten haar oevers </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">treed </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">opzoek </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">naar dat wat </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">deze rivier </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">van emotie </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">een thuis </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">een haven </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">geeft</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Elke keer </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">volgt </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">ze de muziek </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">de muziek </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">van haar hart </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">die haar </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">brengt </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">naar haar </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">ware thuis </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">het thuis van haar hart.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">geschreven door </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Mirjam heetveld</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">op 18 mei 2009</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-8023910600369086353?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-60488942134956209392009-05-17T18:22:00.000-07:002009-05-17T18:29:58.478-07:00<span style="color:#330033;">Dit gedicht is geinspireerd door deze mooie muziek.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">zie link: </span><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYOjtnvT8lc&amp;feature=related"><span style="color:#330033;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYOjtnvT8lc&amp;feature=related</span></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Oh, gij schone muziek<br />leidt mij met uw melodie<br />naar de plek<br />de plek<br />van mijn begin</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>de plek<br />waar mijn hart<br />waarlijk vertoeft</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Waar ik ben<br />zonder masker.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Geschreven door Mij<br />Mirjam Heetveld<br />Op 18-5-2009</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-6048894213495620939?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-85155503783716204602009-04-28T01:26:00.000-07:002009-04-28T01:40:09.540-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQTiUg1CfX4/Sfa_-UOzvjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1MrGo2gtVGo/s1600-h/241662.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329658286343175730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQTiUg1CfX4/Sfa_-UOzvjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1MrGo2gtVGo/s320/241662.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span></div><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Rivers flowing</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">A sweet fragrance of flowers</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">are swirling in the wind</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Breathing the softness of the </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">summer so near by</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">It makes me smile</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">I see butterfly's dancing</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Daisy's pushing toward the sun</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Tree's blooming</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Smelling the gras on a soft rainy day</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">My senses taking me away</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">to sweet and lovely fairytales</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dreaming of a world</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">A world of magic and sweet lullaby's</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Yes, summer is nearby.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-8515550378371620460?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-16913293526902791922009-04-27T13:30:00.000-07:002009-04-27T13:49:15.435-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Een gedicht/tekst dat is geinspireerd door een mooie zong( luister naar de song terwijl je het tekstje leest)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;">zie link:</span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Beating" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/200.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DONnfScqqY0&amp;feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DONnfScqqY0&amp;feature=related</a></strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Teddy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_11_6.gif" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"> </a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>Waiting for You…</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Beating" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/200.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Sweet Love<br />My sweet Unknown love<br />Do you know that I exist?<br />Will you come and find me.</span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Teddy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_11_6.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dear love that I don’t know<br />Let me know you<br />Let me see, feel you near me<br />Let my heart recognize yours<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Just let me know</span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Beating" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/200.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Here I am<br />Wondering<br />If there is a you.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">A you that I can love</span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Teddy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_11_6.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">So that my love can overflow </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><br />Overflow to your heart<br />And into your soul.<br /><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Beating" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/200.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Sweet love<br />Where are you?<br />Find me.</span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Teddy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_11_6.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">And I will find you.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Beating" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/200.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">My sweet unknown Love<br />My heart is waiting….<br />On the Rhythm of my ever lasting<br />LOVE.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"><img alt="Running In Field" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_11_3.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYNL" target="_blank"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/dl/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb098_ZSYYYYYYYYNL&amp;utm_id=7926" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb098&amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYYYNL" border="0" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-1691329352690279192?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-59409677457111968472009-01-30T06:59:00.000-08:002009-01-30T07:01:07.811-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Gewoon een gedicht </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">met woorden en zinnen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">ontvouwen de wereld </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">van vorm om mij heen. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">om soms te verwijzen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">naar de stilte en ruimte </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">er in </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">en eromheen. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Te zien dat beide </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">er totaal mogen zijn </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">gewoon omdat ze zijn. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-5940967745711196847?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-58314591592386970492009-01-30T06:53:00.000-08:002009-01-30T06:54:36.854-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dwarrelende</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">gedachten</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">als wolken voorbij</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-5831459159238697049?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-2580883091949177722009-01-30T06:51:00.000-08:002009-01-30T06:53:08.506-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Stilte</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">onderbroken</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">door gefluister</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">de wind</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">op mijn wangen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">door vleugels</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">gedragen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">geborgen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">gehuld</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-258088309194917772?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-35808373850241411562009-01-30T06:49:00.000-08:002009-01-30T06:51:05.695-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Vervlogen dromen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">in de mist</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">opgedroogde tranen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">van voorbij</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">wellen omhoog</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">kan ik ze dragen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">in de ruimte?</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-3580837385024141156?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-86404082062569500702009-01-30T06:47:00.000-08:002009-01-30T06:49:05.570-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Stille ruimte</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">intens eindeloos</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">leeg</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Stervende scherven</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">van een verbrokkeld bestaan</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Eindig afscheid</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">gehuld in één blauwe</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">heldere traan</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-8640408206256950070?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-74737663252576715652008-11-07T04:06:00.000-08:002008-11-07T05:49:11.536-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Er was eens een bloempje dat overal monsters zag.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Vooral in de nacht als ze haar blaadjes sloot vond ze de rust niet. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ze was bang dat een monster uit het bos haar zou plukken en er dan iets ergs zou gebeuren.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Elke dag was ze blij als het zonnetje weer opkwam.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Want dan voelde ze zich veilig.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Vaak viel ze dan overdag in slaap. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En liet ze haar kopje hangen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">De ander bloemen maakte zich soms zorgen over haar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Maar wisten ook niet wat te doen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Jullie kunnen ook niets doen zei het bloempje tegen de andere bloemen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik kan dit alleen zelf. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ik weet alleen nog niet hoe.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dus bleef ze dagen en nachten zoeken naar een oplossing. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Zodat ze niet meer zo bang zou zijn. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">De oplossingen bleven echter uit. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Niets hielp. Ze bleef bang en beverig.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Op een dag kwam er een lieveheersbeestje op een van de blaadjes van het bloempje rusten. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En het bloempje vertelde het lieveheersbeestje over haar zoektocht. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Waarop het lieveheersbeestje tegen het bloempje zei; Je hoeft helemaal niets te doen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Hoezo, hoef ik niets te doen vroeg het bloempje verrast. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Als ik niets doe om dit probleem op te lossen, dan blijf ik bang en dat wil ik niet. Zei het bloempje.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dus je moet iets doen om niet meer bang te zijn? Vroeg het lieveheersbeestje.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ja, ik moet iets doen. Weet alleen nog steeds niet wat dat is. Zei het bloempje verdrietig.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Het maakt me ook zo moe en hopeloos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Lief bloempje. Zei het lieveheersbeestje. Je hoeft echt helemaal niets.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Net zoals ook ik niets hoef te doen. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Maar dat doe je wel, zei het bloempje verbaast. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Jij zit nu toch op een van mijn blaadjes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dat doe je toch? Ja, dat is waar, glimlachte het lieveheersbeestje. Ja, dat is wat ik doe.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En wat doe jij in de avond als de zon ondergaat? Vroeg het lieveheersbeestje aan bloempje.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Nou dan sluit ik mijn blaadjes. Precies zei het lieveheersbeestje. Dan sluit je jouw blaadjes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Meer hoef je dan niet te doen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Er begon iets te dagen bij het bloempje. Alleen kon ze het niet echt bevatten met haar kopje.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Toch voelde ze voor het eerst dat ze misschien iets gevonden had. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Hoewel ze het ook niet zeker wist. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Die avond sloot het bloempje haar blaadjes. Toen de zon helemaal weg was. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Voelde ze de angst weer. Dit keer besloot ze verder niets te doen. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Ze zei tegen haar zelf: Ik hoef helemaal niets. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mijn blaadjes zijn gesloten en meer hoef ik niet. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En zo dommelde bloempje in een heerlijk slaap.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-7473766325257671565?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-2239450385277877762008-11-06T00:20:00.000-08:002008-11-06T00:37:44.955-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">ooh, woelige nacht</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">met je gedraai en gedonder</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">strak gespannen lichaam</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">zoekend naar rust</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">alleen niet gevonden</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">deze nacht</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">de angstige oren</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">die van alles horen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">de ogen een ogenblik ontspannen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">door diepe ademhaling</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">even rust</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Dan keert de angstige onrust</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">het lichaam niet de rug toe.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Blijft het woelen, joelen en waaien</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">met slechts een hele zachte onderstroom van rust.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">net niet genoeg om de angst te verjagen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">en blijft het lichaam verkrampt.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En beseft de mens.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">het is tijd om op te staan.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">en dan maar uit het bed te gaan.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">met de volgende nacht als slapend vooruitzicht.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-223945038527787776?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-604031221448818562008-11-05T17:25:00.000-08:002008-11-05T17:30:18.172-08:00<span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Het Goddelijke Licht verlichte mijn Ziel. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">mijn Ziel kuste mijn hart wakker </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mijn hart omarmde mijn geest </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mijn geest danste in mijn hoofd </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">en in mijn hoofd opende ik mijn ogen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">en aanschouwde het Licht </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">En alles werd Één. </span><br /><br />Liefs,<br />Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-60403122144881856?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-41590144694758479342008-11-05T17:21:00.000-08:002008-11-05T17:29:52.017-08:00<span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Eerst was mijn geest beneveld </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">vervolgens droomde ik dat ik zou ontwaken. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">En toen de ochtendgloren de dag inluiden </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">gingen mijn ogen open en ik Zag.... </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">En alles was nieuw. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Verwonderd keek ik om me heen </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Glimlachte en Zweeg. </span><br /><br />Liefs,<br />Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-4159014469475847934?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-84355346327537942442008-11-05T17:17:00.000-08:002008-11-05T17:29:31.699-08:00<span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Uw Liefde vult mijn liefde </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ze omarmen mijn tederheid </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ze vervullen mijn beker, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">die overvloedig stroomt </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Verwondering over Uw schatten </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ontroeren en beroeren mij </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Laten Uw schoonheid </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Voelen in mijn hart </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mijn hart die in het Uwe leeft </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ademt Uw Adem </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">tot U het weer tot U neemt. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">En wanneer U het weer Uitademt </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">U het leven doorgeeft.</span><br /><br />Liefs,<br />Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-8435534632753794244?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-28031541299780916602008-10-25T06:13:00.000-07:002008-11-05T17:29:09.872-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Stille wateren stromen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">met ongekende macht</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">door de diepere gronden.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En de stilte doorbreekt</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">het woord</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">met al zijn kracht</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">En <em>niets</em> dat over blijft</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">alleen Ruimte</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">zonder tijd.</span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;">Liefs, Mirjam</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-2803154129978091660?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526656299550063578.post-66190127897823055422008-10-25T06:07:00.000-07:002008-10-25T06:12:47.509-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Op deze blog zal ik mijn gedichten en wat verhalen opschrijven.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">zodat ik me daar in kan oefenen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Liefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">Mirjam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526656299550063578-6619012789782305542?l=mirjamsgedichtenverhalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirjamnoreply@blogger.com0