Eivissa

Sometimes I miss you little sister

your spontaneous invitations 

to explore the shore and forest paths

to be in nature with a dance and a drum

you never disappointed

~

Often you floated away

having us under your spell

mesmerising as you are

with long summer dresses 

blowing in the wind

always open to stories and magic

~

You are my hedonist sister

everybody loves and everyone claims

to have a piece of you

~

It makes me sad 

because you are exploited

by those with big dollar-sign eyes

who don’t care about your well-being

their only interest is taking a piece of you

without connecting with who you truly are

your past leave them cold

your wells have dried up, don’t you see?

~

I wish you’d kick those ignorant bastards out

but then they come to me, spoiling it here

while all I want is

real kings and queens

caring for the land 

instead of their next champagne and lobster

And so should you, little sister

I love you.

M. 

Eyes and hearts wide open

The last hours of the year are here

In the past year we lost and we won

People, friends, love and faith 

We lost some, we won some

~

With heads under water

swimming in darkness

going deeper and deeper

feeling almost peacefully calm 

about the fragility of life

we find our way back to the light

~

In our insecure existence

we find our securities

that we are loved

that we are here to find

our strengths and weaknesses

~

“The most important decision we make

is whether we believe we live 

in a friendly or hostile universe,”

Einstein said

We see the world with the eyes 

we choose them to be

But we mustn’t close our eyes

for the animal that suffers 

to be the food on our plate

~

Keep eyes wide open to acknowledge 

the modern slaves of our times 

to the brutality with which women are shackled

and men are hung so anyone can see

they just fought for dignified lives

free from sectarian leaders

who rejoice in violence and death

reject all that is alive

~

We keep our eyes open

so we let in both darkness and light

Einstein also said: 

“The world will not be destroyed 

by those who do evil, 

but by those who watch them 

without doing anything.” 

~

Don’t look away from the kings, the dictators, 

the oppressors that exploit and kill

because we can’t handle the darkest colour

Eyes shut won’t set us free

~

Will we stand up for justice?

Will we raise our voices for the underdogs and non-humans:

animals, trees, oceans and corals?

Will we make ourselves unpopular by telling

inconvenient truths?

Are we willing to make sacrifices for a liveable planet?

~

But also, will we celebrate being a better guardian 

of our minds and homes, our bodies and souls?

~

In 2023?

~

Without being our own guardian

we will drown in the deepest ocean

and be lost in the wildest jungle

~

Wishing you a compassionate and healthy new year with love and hope!

Con Amor,

Eva 

Is it nature’s way to say wake the f*ck up?

She’s raging

Spitting fire of rage

Blazing flames, speeding of anger

leaving only but blackness and death

Rushing storms, thunder as bombs

with floods and destruction in the streets

Men and women dragged by the wild waters

Animals eaten by the burning flames 

Heavens opened pouring out anger 

on us, racing around like mad men

Skies broken overflowing with tears 

Our world is sick

We are sick, because we lack compassion with all that is alive

Poisoning our minds with an overload of news and numbing medicines

Building up apathy and segregation

Blinded by the things we don’t want to acknowledge 

Spots black as deep endless holes

The newborn baby will ask you what you did

If you were brave enough and helped our Mother Earth

Your daughter will ask you if you were good to her

Did you tread her softly, with honour and grace?

she will ask you

How can you answer with all the privilege you were given

that you were too self-indulgent, too lazy, too attached to give back?

Too distracted to be angry

Of endlessly taking

Without planet, there’s no life, no work, no money, no economy, no hope for better lives

We need to give back before we are completely blind

We have to stop plundering, overheating and neglecting her

Stop this act of war

Before countries will turn into deserts

And we will live in wastelands without any hope left

What will you answer

What will you tell this child

that will die of a broken world. 

Photo: Mark Timberlake/Unsplash 

We’re going through changes. Right now {Poem}

A world that has stopped turning madly,
where the only people who have to hurry now, are the doctors and nurses.

Their faces in pain of the tight masks they’re wearing
Their bodies tired of the long hours they’re making
Their hearts bleeding by carrying a heavy load
Day in and day out, who knows.

A world that has stopped turning madly,
where the only people who have to hurry now,
are the doctors and nurses

Their faces in pain of the tight masks they’re wearing
Their bodies tired of the long hours they’re making
Their hearts bleeding by carrying a heavy load
Day in and day out, who knows

Friends or enemies, it doesn’t matter anymore
Immigrants or nationalists,
Activists or silent warriors,
CEO, “bossbabe” or wanderer of life
What the hell is the difference anyway?

Winners or losers,
Kings or peasants,
Black or white,
Left, middle or right,
We all have hopes and fears
We have hearts that will break at some point
We have life and life is fragile as hell
No exceptions

We are unadorned and free
This is our new reality
Country’s borders no longer relevant
The place of our baby crib
No prerogative

We’re going through changes
We’re going through fear, making space
for creativity, alertness and aliveness
Rediscovering nature’s comfort and strength
She’s willing to give so much
And it’s up to us to receive her gifts
These are the foundations we must build on,
not to destroy

We’re going through changes right now
From “doing” to “being”
From a rushing world to a world standing still
Alone in our homes
We’re going through the discomfort and loneliness
to connection and togetherness

Status. Success. Money on the bank. Belongings.
It feels secure. It’s fun. But it’s not all
What about starting community-gardens
Growing our own food
Making connections with local farmers
Becoming self-sustainable
Building communities
Because we can’t do it all on our own
A new security, a new validation, a new appreciation has born
There’s a new embracing of those who have always been there

There’s a shift in the world going on
It exposes our vulnerability, our weak systems and stupidities
It evokes compassion and creativity
It brings strong, helping hands, because we can’t do it all on our own
It’s a time of utter chaos and many of us are rowing through this stormy river with fear in their hearts
Maybe each of us can find some meaning in all of this
Maybe we learn to be alone, to gain strength from the simple things around us
Maybe even we find joy in the things we do
Maybe finally we get some rest
Maybe

Con Amor,

Eva

Resilient Fox {poem}.

We wander without vision, searching for something which is not us.
We’re looking for connection with another being, beyond the surface, where water is deep.
We’re longing to reconnect with the natural world.

The natural world is a healer
She tells us to slow down
She teaches us what beauty is
She shows us how to solve issues of the modern world
She demonstrates patience

Butterflies flutter, birds of prey hover and rabbits hop,
and we roam
Trees breathe, oceans ripple and flowers blossom,
and we close our eyes
The resilient fox, the hunting wolf and the playing monkey,
we don’t witness

We wander without vision,
searching for something which is not us
We’re looking for connection with another being,
beyond the surface, where water is deep
We’re longing to reconnect with the natural world

Open our eyes,
they have been so tired of tears burning

Open our hearts,
but not for lies or old lessons
dinned into us,
telling us not to witness

The truth is, we are so cut off
We lost ourselves
We forgot to see

In the natural world lies the answers
It’s here where all healing starts
We need to mend our ties and reconnect
Reconnection of who we truly are

We are resilient foxes, hunting wolves and playing monkeys
We are the natural world
We are her eyes, her ears, her voice.

Photo by Konsta Punkka

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