Steven Wouters......
Steven Wouters makes art, writes poems and short stories. Here as a start a poem:
Especially in english.
There are many Bodhisatva's around
Who make no sound
They are trapped inside
The heavenly light
They meditate on Karma
But have their troubles with Dharma
They contemplate
Mankinds faith
What will become
If the World order is wrong?
Spellbound Buddha
Subground Sutra
All together, come and see
Enlightment for free
Just sit and wait
Hanging in front of the Buddha bait
Relief
Belief
The truth of dimensions need
Is trapped inside the wordly beat
Moments aligned
Peace of mind
Ain't hard to find
In Buddha's presence
If you sniff the essence
Of what life means
To your dreams
Steven made here three colourful pictures which aren't well photographed and scanned, they are much to dark, but hope to give an impression.
They are about 60 x 80 centimeters and are not for sale.
Furthermore two oil crayon pictures which are 40 x 50 centimeters. Which aren't for sale either.
Another two poems:
(The first poem gave me (SvdH) a slight problem. Allthough I knew that it was meant positively could I imagine that other people, who not know the author, could misunderstand some parts. Therefore I mailed steven and asked for a small explanation of this first of two poems. It has been written underneath the first poem, SvdH.)
The rules in your hand
On your demand
Fortune is given away
For those who dare stay
Death follows us all
If heaven will fall
Misfortune is given
For those who stiffen
How Maria is roaming free
Deserved to have a virgin familly
The pain, the ache
Wasn't birth a mistake
All around now debris
Satan has followed God's esprit
To copy heaven in all
Now Satan has failed in his downfall
Explanation: Steven Wouters: 'This poem is meant to be positive. The luxury of having a virgin family is the opposite of having pain of birth. Such as the ordinary birth of myself. Was my birth welcome enough in this world? Should I have lived on another planet as another entity?
The name calling of satan was just a way of making him lose what he most desired. Before he fell from heaven. In his downfall he looses everything, even his place on earth (or rather this world). In the end we'll all be free from duality and be united as were we one entity.
I hope this clears the darkness of the poem.'
and poem number two:
In all directions a post
Which way will cost the most?
Freewheeling an option it ain't
Before you'll flow, you'll faint
In all directions a pole
On which the bones are white
You can lose your soul
Hopefully to the light
In all directions a miss
Don't forget to kiss
The girl you most love
She might be your white dove
In all directions a chance
Lying down on a canapè
Not only for romance
But for the true Agapè
And even more poems:
Cosmic light
Energy flight
Makes an eternal fight
For the right
Beyond endless duality
Stops
Face my new religion
Based on superstition
Multiple dimension
In between
Few of them I mean
To rediscover or redeem
The fantasy of heaven
Was cultivated by Stephen
And:
It's a reality flip, over
A new tip, over
Follow through how
New reality now
Concrete from another place
Make haste, alien race
You may be black
White's attack
Without reason
Play for the season
Time after time
Reality is mine
I see a face
The human race
Goes to waste
Inter cultural class
Beyond the common mass
Lies a super dream
A new born team
Mixture entities
From my readiness
Who try to please
Me and my way
Dare to stay and wait
You'll see a common faith
Aren't we all the same
When death calls our name
