Poetry

karakters van geest

Symphilosophy is the philosophical thought and life practice that I personally advocate and believe through my life. I am influenced by the existentialist philosophy of Sartre, Camus, Beauvoir, and Nietzsche. Meanwhile, I am inspired by Hildegard of Bingen's linguistic creativity, purity of thought and art, nature and spirituality.

These core ideas above also thread through my observations of the world and my reflections of life.

Geloof in het goede
Faith in Goodness
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Iemands diepste innerlijk komt tot uitdrukking in de natuur
de geest bloesemt in de natuur van het gesprek

Dat is mijn Symfilosofie.

Geïmproviseerde vindingrijkheid. Oprechte passie.

One's innermost nature is manifested in nature
the mind blossoms in the nature of discourse

That is my Symphilosophy.

Improvised ingenuity. Heartfelt passion.

Ella-Jenna Oosterglorenwoud

Jiayuan Chen 陳佳媛

Claw metallic reverberation
Ella-Jenna Oosterglorenwoud and Johannes Ferdinand Hoorn

Little lizard in the zither
strings cling to its fingers,
singing lyra lyra lyrical lingua;
its tongue picking off the lilac drops
from a bowstring of warm rainy weather

Like leather, the shred of a third eyelid
sweeps across the heavenly streams
of sky taken in a picture of one blink

Thorny rosewood stem mending
tweeted tunings in a wooden case
The scent stirs up a melody
embedded in whose memories

Think, how specks of stars do their
acupuncture through a black
piece of cloth, centred within
the iridescent iris of Thoth

Notes fluttering at will, claws skating
across the strings
for a monotonous ensemble

For a softer skin, tones from a horse chestnut
shower down on a butterfly waterfall,
rising up from where she lingers –

the naked breasts behind the zither
with seashell nacre lying therein

The movement is of the heart
the substance is the strength of the soul

And at the next moment
the left hand gathers momentum
with the silent metallic resonance
from the density of spirit

22 juni 2023
Gedicht: @lichtbeeltenis
(Vorige gebruikersnaam @symphilosophy)

One's Honest Confession
Ella-Jenna Oosterglorenwoud

I want to live
at least once
in my life

Tears will dry
at one point
I stop asking why
for a while

I just know
finally
I could have been
rescued
finally

If IF exists

Perhaps…

Please
allow me to fantasise
for just a fleeting instant

I neither
a past to liberate
nor any preconditions
for a tomorrow

The merciful, impersonal
third person beholding
my own divinity

Please
your majesty
I humbly ask you
at least or at last
recognise me
and my understandings
I am willing to understand
in compromise

A certain standstill
between reality and fiction
but already departed
for the timeless moment
of forward motion
endlessly

I am myself, my deepest passion
and yearning
Marvellous
soul-stirring and quenching

I swallow me
what I alone possess
and what I resist losing
in the present
still

My dearest Mother Nature…
please… allow me
to sleep in your embrace
in the radiance and warmth
with your benevolence
and universal equality

Birds and insects whispering
my sobs, all laid out
in the natural ambient sound
of your fresh breath

Shame is absent
only your all-encompassing grace
and the ultimate peace
of all sentient beings

7 juli 2024
Gedicht: @lichtbeeltenis
(Vorige gebruikersnaam @symphilosophy)

The Garment of Our Universal Lord Nature
Ella-Jenna Oosterglorenwoud

Through Nature flows the auspicious message
one's believed true self descends
astride the lion in the clouds

The fleeting offerings of the crowds
Pointing westward, then eastward, the waters flow
Beams hold their place with ease
Sparrows nest under sheltered eaves

Vast and subtle, the Lord is known, in a way.
Lips moisten transient bubbles of illusion, translucent
A brush sweeps away the threads of countless counts
disregarding the count

Clouds of awakening gather
Pearls concealed
Salmon reverse the splendid current
Oysters and clams in the sacred stream
A single star glimmers
The serene centre of the brow

The Lord's garment, soft and serene
Moves unhindered.
The essence of true Thusness,
Is thusness itself.
And thus one knows - luminous and wondrous.

Hand-painted silhouette of a sacred and radiant flower

3 december 2024
Gedicht: @lichtbeeltenis
(Vorige gebruikersnaam @symphilosophy)

卬
- Homage to the Montjuïc communications tower in Barcelona, Spain
Ella-Jenna Oosterglorenwoud

A retrograde stance of the evocation
spinning in, up and out
injecting the transmission
into the air

Fleeing power across throat and tongue
breaking free of gravity
Mid-air crystallisation
splitting the flowery crust of blood

Half lunge of high aim
and the readiness position of the sword stroke
My fingers press down
sweeping sector even orbit to root
—— the earth beneath

Behold me
underneath the deep blue of time and space
cradling in the cracks and chinks
of the suspended pointer

A man
rising upwards
卬 - 仰
Raising hands to honour
the dawning beacon
—— sunlight

17 oktober 2021
Gedicht: @lichtbeeltenis
(Vorige gebruikersnaam @symphilosophy)

An ox’s head, heading onwards
Ella-Jenna Oosterglorenwoud

Newton's trident has genus zero
heading for infinity
Parabolic crescendo curves possessed
by thorns stretching the sky
to lead the land

Pair of men holding horns of the ox
alongside each other on the ground
together, carrying the life

men
/ \
heaven
‘ox’ life hands joined to pray
livestock
land

Asymptote
ἀσύμπτωτος
there, we did not
fall together
ἀ + σύν + πτωτ-ός
At first with that present us
meanings also do not end up
in a single space

When zero, the still unknown ‘x’
can also be represented by ‘y’ ···
The ego of the symmetric centre
sits slowly, rushing in
and buffering to the origin

The second interval of the twelve hours
with someone cross-referencing the figures
the courageous and resourceful number
fails to be counted and reasoned
this time and the other time
here and there

The conceptual time seizes the actual
partial chronology to delineate
the universalised form
and the generalised incarnation
of ‘The Concept’
around
‘Year’

Just draw the counting rods:
二二一
千百十步
═ ═ |

The wisdom of the numbers
and the unmoved mover
of the present mercy years
for ‘Men-’ to think
···
Arithmancy
ἀριθμός
mancy

Poetry and calligraphy The art of mathematical drawing

10 december 2021
Gedicht: @lichtbeeltenis
(Vorige gebruikersnaam @symphilosophy)

Flowers at the Mansion of China
Ella-Jenna Oosterglorenwoud

Diffused light dense with senses
hissing out the seeds of the letter
discerning the hidden interpretation
in the enchanting movement of molecules

Tentacles fumbling,
reaching out, sticking out
in the absolute light
of the earthy desert
But I cannot look further
than that

You sighed:
“I live in a nest of solitude…
is not worth it”

I, in the appropriate sheltering presence
gazing upon you…
to capture the likeness and form:
“It is not about
the wind and the shadows”

You do not know
I have my secret garden
where I suck with my mouthpiece
the oozing honeydew within the calligraphic canals
of beauty and reason
on alabaster plates

The petals of the morning glories
are permeated by the supple light
of what energy
The textures of polyester and silk
are projected from afar

Deep in the tranquility of the tenement
a fragrance settles over me at midday
once scented my childhood longing
Somehow it took
before I am able to sense it again
——the steamy rice meets the damp walls

Their bustling life flows down
to the bottom of the building
followed by the delayed alarm of the end
of the stoom waterkoker

The morning glory longs to feel the light from above.

Chinoiserie_peach blossoms of the Eastern Spring

15 mei 2021
Gedicht: @lichtbeeltenis
(Vorige gebruikersnaam @symphilosophy)

Hart overgroeid met weide-groen
van het ooglid af hangt zonnegloed
onwennig overstelpt door
rust in het gemoed

28 may 2024

Gedicht: @lichtbeeltenis
(Vorige gebruikersnaam @symphilosophy)

In een oogwenk de
bruiden der uiterwaarden
waaieren hun vleugels uit

Weerschijn omarmend
als beeldenvangers
getint noch verzadigd
maar volledig lichtecht

Indruk
borrelt op
als knipoog
van de schichtige
witvis

18 februari 2024

Gedicht: @lichtbeeltenis
(Vorige gebruikersnaam @symphilosophy

Gebergte beter dan gebouw
zee weidser dan een vijver

Hoe de wildernis smaakt?

Naar ons innerlijk
de ademtocht
die ons wezenlijk maakt

6 maart 2024