Juny 20 2017

 New Background color

In searching for a new more clear and deep BACKGROUND color for this website, I suggested 'cyclamen red'. A sort of red which contains deep purple and white.

Helga, the webmaster and I liked it. And as I always do searched 'Cyclamen red' on internet:


Ohhhh,  what a true attunement reveals itself: This Love Dance. This Deep Truth seeking. Circling on. And so intimate, delicate passionate erotic…


I hear Esther Ofarim singing


"oteret la keter varod”, "crowns her with a pink crown”…… Keter, the crown, the encircling, embracing, all pervading unconditional Love/Light.

And then: "nisteret mi nefesh kol chaj”, "hiding from everything” says the translation.

But my understanding is, this nistar, this hiddenness…. (there are nistariem, the hidden ones, guiding me, initiating me into this unconditional pure Love/Light).

And "nefesh kol chaj” is like nishmat kol chaj, all that breathes life………

And again: this cyclamen red, peeps out for a moment…….

off the rock on her chest, and the wind fondles……  ruach lotefet…..



Rakefet LyricsRakefetMitachat lasela tzomachat lefeleRakefet nechmedet me'odVeshemesh mazheret nosheket oteretOteret la keter varod Lalala... Rakefet rakefet tzipor metzaftzefetHatzitzi ach rega elaiRakefet nehederet basela nisteretNisteret minefesh kol chai Lalala... Yatz'a I'm haruakh bat-sheva lasuachHaya az haboker bahirKol Tzemach kol perach osefet baderechUfiah ach zemer vashir Lalala... Misela vageva yoredet Bat shevaRakefet chen al hechazeTzipor metzaftzefet veruach lotefetVesof kvar lazemer haze Lalala... --- CyclamenUnder the rock grows like a wonderA very cute CyclamenThe shining sun kisses itAnd crowns her with a pink crown Cyclamen, the bird whistlesLook at me for a minuteBeautiful Cyclamen hiding under the rockHiding from every thing Bat sheva went out for a walkThe morning was brightShe collected every flower and plantHer mouth full with a song Batsheva sings, Cyclamen speeds uppeeps out for a momentwho is looking at me here?That's Cyclamen Bathsheva gets closer slowly Bat sheva gets off the rockA beautiful Cyclamen on her chestA bird whistles the wind folndlesAnd this song comes to an end. --- Rakefet | רקפתמתחת לסלע צומחת לפלארקפת נחמדת מאוד,ושמש מזהרת נושקת, עוטרת,עוטרת לה כתר ורוד! רקפת, רקפת, ציפור מצפצפת",הציצי אך רגע אלי!"רקפת נהדרת בסלע נסתרת,נסתרת מנפש כל חי! יצאה עם הרוח בת שבע לשוח,היה אז הבוקר בהיר:כל צמח, כל פרח אוספת בדרך,ופיה אך זמר ושיר מסלע וגבע יורדת בת שבע,רקפת חן על החזה..ציפור מצפצפת ורוח לוטפתוסוף כבר לזמר הזה! 


Enjoy !!! ...and what is in the color, my cyclamen red,  this rose madder, or alizarin crimson red coming from a rubia plant.


How 'cyclamen red' shines through  a rose bush, weeds, a peony and a foxglove. Unfolding.


"No longer leaning toward one form of life (attachment) and away from another (aversion) allows psychic energy to flow from our imagination into reality

and transforms our ordinary existence into the sacred."

Rodney Smith, 'From Thought to Stillness'


The Ordinary Is Sacred (from Tricycle the Daily Dharma)

April 2017

the forest blues



the partita no 1 in B minor by Bach

tumbles down through headphones into my ears

icy white hail falls down in front of my eyes in my forest

drip drip, drip

dripping, stopping, melting.


The wind blows

the clouds move on,


a clear blue sky looks at me

me, tearing the forest down into pieces.

taking the fallen drops,

bunching them into a bundle

with blue eyes.


The green mantle kisses my mouth.

Bitterness is turned into a sweet messy jungle smile.


Is it? am I smiling ?


today, april 25 2017 it is the new moon in Taurus, Rosh Chodesh Iyar :

Iyar, the month of sweetening the bitter water,

of the right amount of nourishment, the Manna falling down,

the radiance of the sun getting brighter and warmer,


the sonata in 2 A minor by Bach

vibrantly takes me on, on the journey,

on, on, on

tearing, stopping, melting


letting the wind blow,

letting this month teach me each day

to smile a little bit more.


March 2017


Springtime on Ameland the Netherlands.




My "Art Book", the bundling of all the drawings and etching used in the documentary and in-depth interviews just came from the printer.

It is fall time, harvest time. Time to  face and bless "this abundance".


How beautiful it is to let my art speak my heart.

Wounds and the healing/wholing made visible as wonders.

The images express the process, rather then a completion. I am not "drawing conclusions".  In fact one can look at my drawings as chaotic, too full, or too fuzzy, too 'wishywashy' , or too this and that. You may. And, yes, and I like you to open your heart and sense, see, feel from there, receive the invitation to open the gates of the heart and allow whatever presents itself to touch you. I pray that the healing power of transformative art making gets transmitted to you through the images, words and theme's.


May you be able to look at, contemplate, and commune with all the drawings and mono-prints of etchings related to the inner work. To acknowledge " drawing  seeing and feeling".  Bringing art and heart into difficult life experiences. Moving on. The spiritual journey home.


In the future I intend to use it as raw material for autobiographcal writing, visual journeying, and  the harvesting and distilling of "seeds of wisdom" in the context of creating one's  own spiritual legacy. Enjoy!


ISBN 978-908-24-681-44.  It is self published. You can buy it.

You can see the artbook here.