“The strength of Ilse in her performances and in her writing is her own vulnerability, which she dares to share, by with she inspires her audience, more strongly: gives courage, to move forward and believe in yourself.”
― Beatrice Keunen, Chief editor Balans Magazine
We are free
Put down your armors
Let them fall
Break your walls
And raise your head
Feel the wind…
It’s whispering in your ears: you are free, you are free
That’s why you were born here
It has always bin your destination and your birthright
Do not hold on to anything
Do not surrender to all the worries of the world
Break your walls and breath
You are free
Don’t only listen to words
Not even this poem
But to everything that is alive
The trees are speaking
They stand tall and they ask
When did you start to separate yourself from us
When did you start to believe that you don’t have enough
When did you start to believe that you are not beautiful enough
The birds are singing for you
For the sun, the wind and the trees
But you are not separated from the sun, the wind and trees
So the birds are also singing for you
Wake up and sing along
Not with words but with your heart
Feel how you can be as free as them
I close my eyes and I hug the entire planet
Nothing to do except being with my breath
And being with everything that is alive
Nothing to do, nothing to hold on
I know that everything is one big breathing alive structure
Which is constantly changing
What I am now will be different in the future
What I have now will be taken from me at the end
But life it self is always here
Even after the word dead I will continue to dance along with all that life
First as molecules and then as atoms
Which will create something new
We are infinite
And we are free
We don’t have to wait until we are a bird
We don’t have to wait until we take our last breath
We can be already free
Here and now, today
Ilse Krabben 2020, Les Houches
I look at the birds and I wonder,
I look at the trees and I wonder,
Do the birds also have monkey minds or are they totally free as I imagine them to be?
Are the trees just like us but they have found their deepest roots and with that a new form that we call tree?
Are they softly communicating at night and kindly giggling about the restless hearts and energies that walked around them that day?
I wonder if I could join them and listen carefully without saying a word. Just learn about their roots and how to put mine deep into the ground, so that I don’t get blown away by the wind.
Even the birds master the wind as they choose their course, flying but knowing, and the trees rooted but free as their branches touch the sky.
The two must have some kind of love between them. The trees that are always there as a home for the birds. Reaching their arms into the sky, letting them rest on their branches any time they get tired or need a home.
I pray that all love can be as free and generous, just co existing and supporting each other, nothing to ask, nothing is needed. Coming and going.
The trees don’t get angry when the birds fly away.
The birds don’t get angry when the trees loose all their leaves or when their arms are dancing with the wind from left to right.
Love is free.
Ilse Krabben 2019, Plum Village