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Cor van Keuk

 

 


 

 

 

 

SPIRIT DELTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘In the Dutch/Australian War’

 

Ab-Original Poetry

 

 


 

 

 

 

DELTA OF SPIRIT



Thank you for strong heart courageous

Survivor and skipper of the beat 

Rhythm bursting heat through hammerblowing ages

I'm grateful those hearts in masters remain

The ragged wound, unhealed pain

 

Thank you for gifting the old sacred stories

Guardians attendant to living in the wind

Thank you then for the ritual in dying

Of the sand-grain that pointed my image to dust

 

I'll bury these hearts in delta beneath me

And save in this moor under mist in my mind 

Grateful for storm and grateful for vulcano's

Power, presence, passion and will

Respect and discipline to remember

My heart lying dormant in Amsterdam still

 


So thank you so much for ancestral dreaming

The singing of beings who are still to be worn

By bearings in hearts newly pregnant

Melting together

Already born.

 

Zaal 100, Amsterdam, Januari 2003.

  


 



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BUDDHA-QUANTUM

 

Holographic body / mind-self

Extra-luminal world and unending movement

Grinding chaos into synchrony,

Transform natural dream-field physiology towards

 

 

Return / allowing quintessence of spiral-initiation

And power, courage, music, dance

Feeling just and fair the vision of

Journeying songline through righteous Dharma Earth.

 

Concordance, Amsterdam, 23/10/03

 



 

 


TECHNIQUES OF WAR

 

War   White task is grace gifted glory

War   White weapon benevolently handed down by ancestor

For white men breaking bonds of oppression

War-white sunrise continues eternal

White generations of children abound


 

War serenely slays confusion

Love smothers sorrow

White hands hold the means of measure

War-white laughter drowns the hate

Mercy melting missile misery

 

White Boddhisatva worker, creating peace

White magick myth, wicca and witch

Fulcrum victory genesis holocaust

Is white warrior willing new dimension

 

Heal white, free saintly spirit

Sacrament wonder of death, light of darkness

Knowing, dear wise generation 

That children abound.

 

for Ira C. and Louise L.L.

War Poetry 1

Amsterdam, 23/7/03.



 

 




 

HIDDEN LION

 

 

Grateful for unity to follow

Thankful for the thinning of my veil

That was passing and parting you and me

Now bridgeing survival, closing the gap

Ending distraction of distance

 

Gratitude for victory, for crossing of time

The warriors' raising of Great Eastern Sun

And wellspring of wisdom-nourishing light

Shines on miracles

Of divine wind justly rising

 

Journey beyond pestilence

Dance on music outside pain

Beyond void,

Blessed beings

In abundance of living legend.

 

Zaal 100, Amsterdam, 19/2/03



 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 


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ULTIMATE WARRIOR, ULTIMATE NATURE

 

 

Clouds purify

Ground-zero level-headed

Warrior mind stability in

Walls crumbling that

Enter kingdom of Rigden


From multi outer serene essence

Omni inner-inter exit to autonomous realm of

Emanate spiral nature as

Equilibrated equal of

Utopia and dust


And clearlight reflecting the rebound must

Mind-weave a web from virtue and scum

Grasp the fear-atom from celestial drum

In endless galaxies forever


Past imageing awareness in emptiness

Burns a flame not bound by any holiness ...

But yo, hey warrior, do not dwell on this

Knowledge won’t lead beyond it's own bliss

In your succulent being;

Living original in observation

Shifting world in subjective creation.

 


 




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 










 

 


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SOSADH

 

Bring us in, earthlings 

Be our guiding light

Only you can turn us on

Only your eyes know the sun

Only you opened your sight

On love

 

Earthlings mercy, save our souls

Only you bring us onto tracks

Only your feet could weave

Treading rhyme unto reason

Humming 'Still domain of good

Is in the resting of all evil'

 

So listen up, blue planet dwellers

While you sought to fix up yourselves to survive

That in your process of creating

You also brought us to appear into life

 

It's your very own brains

That have evolved into strive

And this peculiar way of thinking

Is now turning to crystallised jelly

Your own infernal prison multiverse hive

 

Now we are mere beings that source from your fear

Outside of you we would never be here

So if war and not progress consumes what exists

Also of us will remain only mist

 

So you see, planet earth, we're not only coming

I am already inside your domain

So when you blow those brains to hell now

Nothing if any will fucking remain

 

So hello world! welcome transmuting

We'd better stop your crappy lot

Out the door with war and polluting

Just hold on world

Bloody ready or not.

 

voor Ron

Chapiteau, Amsterdam, 30/1/04.

 

 







 

 

UENA

 

Imageing illuminate Uena,

Mystical name of

One-winged white feather ultimate in

High priestess' songline well spoken

 

 

With proud protectress of budding nest

Goes 8000 years of dessert processed   

Culture-condition of fear reverses in

Newly enabled survey of multiverses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 







 

 

 

 

 



   

 

SPIRIT

 

  

     Spirit living in my spirit

     Spirit living you in yours

Flinging mine to spirit's limit

Head over heels and on all fours…

 

Damn it, spirit

Dim it /

Please,

Be timid. 

 

 

 

 

WEZENS VAN WAARHEID

BEINGS OF LIGHT

 

 

Wezens van licht

Vertellen alleen

Leven is om te leren.

 

Beings of light

Only tell

Of this life of learning.

 

 

 

Amsterdam, 30/1/04.


 

 




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BIRTH BEAUTIFUL

BRIGHT BABY BOY

 

 

Boddhisatva sister bright Buddha-star

birthing new baby into own hands /

brave little liberator living ecstasy from

flesh delicious of cool tantric mother

delivering diamond son into field of

indigo and gold

own hands of mama mirror magic miracle

slayer of nightmare / warrioress

splendid wine divine

your fine deliverance piercing earth,

dust, heaven

mother-spirit, woman, daughter,

dream-creator of baby and all

free fighter, fierce beautiful soul

your new jewel sleeps in sweet relief

on swollen breasts,

your baby boy my teacher brother

your sweet daughter my master in arms

 

sacred virgin / witches reborn
shifting of dimensions 

makes beauty see the raw and tender soul

in intimate home of warm family sangha /

your signpost surrounds the journey

in embrace of most sensual lips whispering

essence from quivering limbs, -dear mamma

make splendour of life /

mistress of chaos, sister to destruction

great-grandmother Tara, crone of love

humbled I stand in your glory

you are on path travelled by stars

I am slave to Tao, to fine tantric image

I am your servant of cosmos /

nurturing motherhood, truthful initiator

final rip of temple cloth/ last battle is

fire struggle born from slain illusion /

oh, your flesh incarnate, you, -human lover /

this exploding of heart into words feels eternal

weaving world-enveloping bliss.

 

for Nicole

Amsterdam, 7/2/04.

 





  

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EVERY SYDNEY


 

Flame asunder!

Pearly white arrogant fierce hypocrisy

Babylon at Sydney-cove
Parting life from flowing coast

Where Grandma walks in wasteland

Of confusion,

In terror mutation of peaceful Dreaming

And love

 

Now purifying fire wills fairness of field, of forest

Peoples' need burning an end to war

Eyes turning

To Spirit in landscape.

 

for Mary

 


 

 

 

HERE AND NOW

 

 

Burn Down Stake in Thunder

Burn Down, Dust of Earth

This Here Now Asunder.

 

 

Amsterdam, 4/2/04

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ANCIENT NOTATIONS

 

 

Aum /

Tao smiles

Euphoria /

 

 

Universal mind is ecstasy a-tremble

We,- finding nature manifest

In degree of no separation

 

 

No right / no wrong

 

 

Only changing levels unlearning to forget

How source and being always connects

And training in progress is but perfection of void.

 

 

Amsterdam, 11/2/04

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

SEMI-SUICIDE NOTE 

 

Too much sad is in this world now

Blood is dripping from my stars

To misery I'll say goodbye now

And put an end to fucking war

 

Bitter sorrow is this life here

Black eternal flow of rain

All my spirit has deserted

Final anguish, end of pain

 

 

No more trust, or love, or praises Only genocidal destructive mutant races Homeless, honourless, humourless, senile 

I take it bloody personal

Won't go another mile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





 

GLAMOUR

 

 

Sisters may prefer the glamorous history

Of being the ambassadors of hierarchic victory

And only true makers and copyright traders of real

Though I still feel they're too often derided

By smart-alley-cats like me, darksided

(Or other opinions equally misguided

Even poems like this show values lopsided)

 

How is it that glory got so undecided?

 

 

 

 

 




















Dedicated to our children 


 

A ONE WORLD DREAMLODGE PRODUCTION

AMSTERDAM-HOLLAND

 

 





   DREAMING

 

 

 

MIND

In thought invested world

Come

Guide dreamer servant

In saddest spearhead of love

Creation is ours

You me living galaxies

Your mind intermittently

Interweaving with mine

My thinking more often now

Mingles with you, remembering.

 

 

REMEMBER

Remember where youŕe coming from

Moment by moment/

This body is

Original springwell

Of words.

 




 


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DIP ROERSEL ACHTEROM

DIP STIRRED 'ROUND THE BACK

 

 

Ik blik buiten ogen

I am how it looks

Ik ben hoe ze betogen

I see from my roots

En luister zonder oren

To struggling peace

Ik ben zoals ze horen

And all the sound that sees

M'n denken praat de toekomst nader

Voices are sounding waters ahead

Betreden daar ’n eigen wet

Of making Lore on high degree  

Overwegen voor en tegen, op of onder

And consider all they see

Ziet eigen even eigen brein

Scaling heights and weights asunder

 

 

 

Ik ben in staat van dood hier, en ontbind het

My rigor mortis purifies

De slag van eigen trommelwijs

Beating drums for all my kindred

Op sterven na dood, dit slaan op de maat

Oh, mortification and then re-enacted

Leef zowel fabel als stoffelijke daad

Living my dreamspell exacted and

Extremely acutely refracted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 







 

 

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PREPARATION

 

THE BURNING

 

 

Mad mad mind of ignorant mediocrity!

you, that would banish pure human spirit from

goodness and beauty, -oh burn, burn, burn

 

 

Perish then, charlatan psychiatrists fearful of final exposure,

ignoring presence of knowing psyche in

seamless connection with world

but sin is, after all

your demon master

 

 

Slithering slaves of shadow

denying truth,- the essence of civilisation

to hell then, unworthy generation of

oppression, genocide
your arrogance anxiously postponing 
cleansing deliverance from inane illusions

 

                                                       

Vampires floundering in vomit of slander

exposed in open scandal and shame

 

 

Ooh the mongrel of war, of terror in people

blood-drooling dealer of dripping human flesh

conforming endorser o9f self-interest and greed

may graceful upon you be the blessing of healing fire.

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

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GLORY


A wish on brotherhood for greatness in glory

A speech to the ocean with healing of life

Bringing mothers contentment forever

Singing up pathways, eliminate strive


Projection: a vista of perfect abundance

River music soothing ears

Mountain thunder rolling fears and

People who turn to stories of Sundance...

Of which one knows nothing, one only hears


Of courage in life and the magic of Lore

I’d dream you a world of such fucking splendour

't Be so bloody natural, wouldn't even drop one jaw.   

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 








 

 

 

 

 

 

EDELHERT   (HEALING DEER)  

 

 

 

 

WAVES (GOLVEN)…3

(Alive! Shamanka)

 

Witness wellspring in madness

Behind suffering agony of dying beast

 

The countenance is that of

Singing Boddhisatvas come alive

Shining son and daughter into newborn dimension

Clear springtide, perfect fulfilment of wish

 

Bliss is gift delivering

Inside nagual and witches

From dark side of goddess and god.

 

Amsterdam, 5-12 march 2004.

 

 

 

 



COME ON LANGUAGE

 

On new rainbow-dialect dancing flame is stewing

In spirit-gift of power variety starts brewing

Grey cauldron mixture soup full of multiculture

Grows buds gaining Phoenix-wings on requiems of vulture.

 

Amsterdam, 29-04-04.

                                                       



 

 

FIRE AND FLAME AT RUIGOORD  

 

 

In ramshackle car goes Amsterdam Dreamtime to Ruigoord

Travelling to the Fire of Spring,

Out windows fly scepsis and demons from within

On sweet offer-songline of shamanka

 

In village-church elves and gnomes are preparing the light

For fire-circle ritual, that will wake the winter-night

From urban art, that words evolve; let shamans write to

See the stage for ancestral scene, setting the scenario right

 

Emerging here are senses surveying this nest,

In purple image sunset grows unicorn manifest

Converging with spirits through hovering portals

And feelings are shifting with the taking and gifting

In existing mortals

 

Then this imminent swirl makes for a legend celebration

Ghost walks on fire in mystic exaltation   

The final dart, defilement pierced, debris coming clear

Then courage, the stories, drums and dancing;

Be nothing left now of chaos and fear.

 

Amsterdam, 29-04-04.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Two forces seemed to be contending;

their techniques always shifting and escalating

in fluid adaptation to new circumstances.

 

On one side were the “Marrnggitj” 

figures of seniority, able to comfort and to heal.


On the other were the shadowy “Galkas” –

malevolent, murderous,

responsible for all deaths and sicknesses,

sowing terror and anguish in every heart. "



From: Nicolas Rothwell; The Australian, May 07, 2010 >>>Click   





 

 

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CIVILIZATION

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Garrkuluk

"Ancestors, magic, and exchange in Yolngu doctrines: extensions of the person in time and space

The article draws on the association drawn by Munn between Aboriginal ancestral transformations and the moral order, and the theory of partible persons, in order to re-examine Yolngu doctrines and related practices to do with totemic ancestors and their traces, magic and sorcery, and exchange. It argues that all three broad domains draw on beliefs about intrinsic relations between part and whole, image and object, and the intrinsic powers of bodily substance and spirits of the dead.

These domains imply the extension of persons in time and space, and each relates to a rather distinct aspect of the moral-political order. The article shows that the strong dichotomy drawn by Durkheim and his followers between 'religion' and 'magic' obscures the connections between these domains, and neglects the instrumental aspect of Yolngu ancestral doctrines and practices. "

Sources: Ian Keen 1 , 1 Australian National University, Correspondence to School of Archaeology and Anthropology, The Faculties,

Australian National University, Canberra, ACT 0200, Australia.  

iDIDJ Australia Didgeridoo Cultural Hub • View topic - Ancestors

www.forum.ididj.com.au/ancestors-magic-and-exchange-in-yolngu-doctrines-pt-1-t801.html - garrkuluk clean. [from: A Tribute to : BEULAH LOWE (Linguist, Teacher, Missionary and Friend)]
Ian.Keen@anu.edu.au
  Copyright Royal Anthropological Institute 2006; ABSTRACT

 

 

EJC/REC Vol 14, Numbers 1 and 2

door C Kampf -
As academics, we need to be careful and sensitive about how we approach these issues, for the way we organize information about Indigenous peoples and the terms we use to describe the interaction between Indigenous and non-Indigenous peoples play a role in constructing our reality.
www.cios.org/EJCPUBLIC/014/1/01413.html

 

  YOLNGU STYLE WITITJ HEALING, AN INTRODUCTION
   
 

I first met Djalu Gurruwiwi in November 2001, as one of the senior elders of the NE Arnhem Land Galpu clan.

Over the last decade Djalu has become world renowned as the grandmaster of the yirdaki (the original 'didgeridoo') and all this entails. He is known internationally as a spiritual leadsman and healer, mostly through teaching the art of yirdaki to Westerners.

In 2002, after sixteen years in Australia and one year after my meeting with Djalu I returned to Holland, to my own town of Amsterdam. ...

To some traditionalists, any Yolngu teaching by a non-Yolngu may seem inappropriate. So. Responsibility for representing, sharing and maintaining Yolngu culture was entrusted to me through initiation by the men of Galpu clan, Elders and custodians. As was the experience and honour of being made Wititj custodian and ambassador for Aboriginal Australia in its broadest sense.


It is through projects in the city of Amsterdam and promoting Yolngu (reconciliation) ceremony that 'we', aboriginal 'balanda', play a crucial role in better understanding Yolngu civilization and what it is not.
If people look well enough, it shows new visions for the future. For those people interested in such visions, a place where Wititj healing occurs is but one of five sacred elements in Yolngu culture.

Six years ago I found such a place in the west of Amsterdam, at an old farmhouse called 'Ons Genoegen', which means 'Our Pleasure' in the Dutch language. ...

 ... People feeling involved with what this project can offer in such fields as healing, reconciliation, cross-cultural understanding, self-expression and even leadership? 
 In a sense, Yolngu cultural business means education in all of these and more. However, this story is happening in Amsterdam instead of Australia - and in recognizing farmhouse Ons G
enoegen for the Wititj Sacred Site it has become.

Mindful of Yolngu tradition and philosophy, please understand that Wititj-healing at 'Ons Genoegen' is not taking place in a way that we in the West are commonly used to. So, trust your own experience, insights and your own interpretation.

All depends on what it is that needs to be learned.   

                   
Cor van Keuk; Amsterdam, 27 januari 2009  
 





 

 

 

 

Motj and the Nature of the Sacred | Cultural Survival

 

"There are words in Yolngu-Matha for Allah, for a Christ-like father figure, and for a heavenly paradise above, all drawn from long contacts with Islamic traders from eastern Indonesia, but according to Burrumarra, only one word refers to sacred as the source of all life. What supernatural entity or entities allow "a tree to take water inside itself from the leaves and roots and to flourish?" 

 "We know this is where the tree gets its water but we don’t see it happening. We only hear about it. Motj is the water of life. It is our word for God....

"Motj is a word used only by the marrangitj--the sorcerer and healer. The Warramiri marrangitj would speak to Motj in all its dimensions. Motj directs our thinking to a purpose. We speak to the wind, clouds, and the earth, and Motj speaks to us through them...."

from: www.culturalsurvival.org/.../csq/.../motj-and-nature-sacred -  <<< Click

Elcho Island, David Burrumarra with Ian S. McIntosh, 1989
CSQ Issue: 26.2 (Summer 2002) Nurturing the Sacred in Aboriginal Australia

 

 

 2002

Medizin der Aborigines

Schamanen in Arnhem-Land

 

 

from: http://www.hno-nachrichten.de/archiv/2002/04/hno0204_38.pdf <<< Click

 

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