"I shall tell you a great secret my friend. Do not wait for the last judgement, it takes place every day." - Albert Camus
"Take care, your worship, those things over there are not giants but windmills." - Miguel de Cervantes
"The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams." - Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love
"The spiritual side of life knows everyone's heart and who to trust. How could a vision ever be given to someone to harbor if that person could not be trusted to carry it out. The message is simple: commitment precedes vision." - High Eagle, J. C. High Eagle is Osage and Cherokee Native American Indian from the state of Oklahoma. He is an actor, composer, author, musician, and speaker.
When my words fall, break against the stones you left on the path I follow, the path with your scent so I know you went this way, stones and scent -
the song I hear far off, low and true, soon my own as I learn how it must go -
when my words fall, break, I gather them up and mend them with memories.
Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.