A Vision by Jan Loenders
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- Опубліковано 8 лют 2025
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The cities no longer roared; they murmured, like forests stirred by the wind. Roads had softened into living paths, sensing every step like ripples in a pond.
Sunlight did not crash against glass towers but filtered through leaves, casting shifting patterns on glowing streets. The air was no longer thick with smoke but fresh with the breath of trees, their roots woven into the heart of every home.
People no longer took without thought; they listened. To the rivers, whose waters rose and fell in quiet gratitude. To the fields, where grain swayed with patience, waiting to be gathered rather than stripped bare. Every harvest was a trade, not a theft-a sharing of life, not a race against time.
And the oceans, once darkened by oil, had smoothed their silver skin again. They lapped at wooden piers like resting hands, carrying songs of coral returning, of whales speaking to each other without fear.
Humanity had not turned away from progress - it had simply let go of greed. Technology no longer fought against nature but grew alongside it, blending invention with instinct, wire with root.
And so, the earth no longer trembled under human hands. It breathed with them.
De steden brulden niet meer; ze fluisterden, als bossen bewogen door de wind. Wegen waren verzacht tot levende paden, die elke voetstap voelden als kringen op het water.
Zonlicht botste niet langer op glazen torens, maar sijpelde door bladeren, strooiend met dansende patronen op lichtgevende straten. De lucht was niet langer zwaar van rook, maar fris met de adem van bomen, hun wortels vervlochten met het hart van elke woning.
Mensen namen niet langer zonder nadenken; ze luisterden. Naar de rivieren, wier water zachtjes steeg en daalde in stille dankbaarheid. Naar de velden, waar het graan geduldig wiegde, wachtend om geoogst te worden in plaats van kaalgeplukt. Elke oogst was een ruil, geen roof - een delen van leven, geen wedloop tegen de tijd.
En de oceanen, eens verduisterd door olie, hadden hun zilveren huid weer gladgestreken. Ze kusten houten kades als rustende handen, dragend op de golven verhalen van teruggekeerd koraal, van walvissen die weer zonder angst hun liederen zongen.
De mensheid had de vooruitgang niet afgezworen - alleen de hebzucht losgelaten. Technologie vocht niet langer tegen de natuur, maar groeide met haar mee, waar vernieuwing en instinct samensmolten, draad en wortel één werden.
En zo beefde de aarde niet langer onder menselijke handen. Ze ademde met hen mee.
Imagine the human not as a conqueror of nature, but as a guest at its table. The earth is not a pantry to be emptied, but a garden to be tended. We walk softly, not as strangers, but as kin - our footsteps blending with the rustle of leaves, our breath syncing with the wind’s rhythm.
The rivers are no longer pipelines, but veins. We draw from them with care, knowing their pulse is ours too. The forests are not timber yards, but cathedrals - places where we go to listen, not to take. The soil is not dirt beneath our feet, but a living skin, and we treat it gently, like a healer tending a wound.
Cities rise like trees, not like fortresses. Their roots dig deep into the earth, their branches stretch toward the sun, and their leaves - solar panels and green roofs - catch the light. We build not to dominate, but to belong.
In this world, the human is not the center of the story, but a character in a much larger tale. We are the weavers, not the fabric; the note, not the song. And in this humility, we find our place - not above, but within.
This is not a dream. It is a choice. One we can make, stitch by stitch, breath by breath.
Stel je de mens voor, niet als veroveraar van de natuur, maar als gast aan haar tafel. De aarde is geen voorraadkast die leeggeroofd moet worden, maar een tuin die verzorging vraagt. We lopen zachtjes, niet als vreemdelingen, maar als verwanten - onze voetstappen vermengen zich met het ritselen van bladeren, onze adem valt samen met het ritme van de wind.
Rivieren zijn geen pijpleidingen meer, maar aderen. We putten eruit met zorg, wetend dat hun hartslag ook de onze is. Bossen zijn geen houtpakhuizen, maar kathedralen - plekken waar we naartoe gaan om te luisteren, niet om te nemen. De grond is geen vuil onder onze voeten, maar een levende huid, en we behandelen haar voorzichtig, zoals een genezer een wond verzorgt.
Steden rijzen op als bomen, niet als vestingen. Hun wortels graven diep in de aarde, hun takken reiken naar de zon, en hun bladeren - zonnepanelen en groene daken - vangen het licht. We bouwen niet om te overheersen, maar om erbij te horen.
In deze wereld is de mens niet het middelpunt van het verhaal, maar een personage in een veel groter geheel. We zijn de wevers, niet het weefsel; de noot, niet het lied. En in deze bescheidenheid vinden we onze plek - niet boven, maar binnenin.
Dit is geen droom. Het is een keuze. Een die we kunnen maken, adem voor adem.
Hey Jan! You can hardly imagine how much your vision has blown me away! More the text than the music, I must admit . I mean your Vision. It seems to me to come from very deep inside.
Reading your words I had the feeling I heard Black Crow speak again to me. He was the "Ishtáwi" (Great Leader) in his own Crow language, called in better-known Lakota language as "Wicasa Wakan", meaning: 'Holy Man' . He lived in the Lake Traverse Indian Reservation in South Dakota. I had the opportunity to meet him at a peace movement evening, when he and some fellow Black Crow fighters were on their way to the United Nations Peace Commission in Geneva.
As you may know, leadership among those Indians was not only based on personal courage and strong ethical commitment to the tribe, but above all it was always built on wisdom, on knowledge of the Traditions and the Great Wisdom of the Earth.
Sometimes, I wished we Europeans ... had at least learned THIS from the natives of the Great Americans - in the course of those 600 years...
I met Black Crow only once in my life, but I must say, this evening was life-changing. I still hear him speaking with fire and enthusiasm about the basic rules of their faith in the earth and the ways of life. And he sometimes makes me think and ... look around on the earth of today with great melancholy. Just remembering ...:
'All living beings on earth, even the prairies and the mountains, are our brothers. Everything belongs to Mother Earth. All beings on earth are connected with each other. What you do to one of your brothers, you do to Mother Earth. All beings come from the same origin and breathe together the same air and spirit. '
'All beings sit together at the table of Mother Earth.'
'Never take more from the earth than you need.'
'We as a generation are responsible for the earth on which we are allowed to live for a short time. The coming generations are eager to come after us in their turn and receive the earth from us as a good place to live well.'
'We will be judged by the traces we leave on the earth.'
I must say, Jan, it is with great gratitude that I read your beautiful poetic and wise text. And I think with the same melancholy I meant earlier: We Europeans should have listened better to those wise peoples and we had better learned some lessons from them. But we were filled with greed and above all with this European sense of superiority. As we 'discovered' these beautiful native peoples and even considered them as 'savages', we thought that we, the superior humans (?), had absolutely to 'civilize' them and, God forbid, 'baptize them as Christians' in order to 'save them from hell'. Believe me, I repeat it, we 'd better learned something from them!
They were indeed much wiser than we about life. They did not understand that we thought that we could 'buy or sell the earth', that we could have a 'right' or 'possess' a piece of land. 'How can you possess the earth, the rivers and the mountains?' We considered it a 'property'. And even worse: something invisible - money - we considered as the Highest Good.
That is why the Europeans could not understand Chief Seattle at all when he declared 'that one cannot buy the earth and the rivers and the forests'.
We'd better have realizes the Truth he spoke, when Seattle said: "Only when the last tree is felled, the last forest is destroyed, the rivers are poisoned, and the last bird is silenced, only then the white man will realize that he cannot eat money..."
My conclusion: Your wise and poetic text is a beautiful reflection of their faith in life, and a very beautiful and important message for the people of today.
If we had listened better to these wise words, and learned to live with respect as they have for thousands of years, then our Earth would also have thousands of years of future as a home for mankind.
Whether that is still the case - we are worried!
But it is our generations, it is our greed, that will bear the blame.
You see, Jan, I guess your text may be much, much more important than you suspect yourself.
And if you should have a source for this beautiful text, then I humbly ask you to share it with me.
With due and great respect,
Fons
P.S. 1. As a non-expert, I also really enjoyed the music very much. For me, the music suggests the same belief and connection with nature in an indirect, sensitive way. As an older man, I only turned the volume down a bit to get into a soft atmosphere... ;0)) This is personal.
2. If you want to show symbolic animals in your ecological vision, then out of respect for the Indians, I'd suggest to choose the wolf instead of the fox. In the Indians' believe, the wolf is our leading brother in the management of nature - much wiser according to the Indians than we are. And definitely our ally.
Fons, your wise words in line with your personal experience with the Indian wisdoms about life and nature compel me to be grateful.
I have no source for my lyrics, I wrote them myself. Sometimes that need creeps up on me. I thought my music expressed the connection with nature and wanted to emphasize that clearly.
It makes me happy that someone actually reads them. The message is indeed old, but it can't hurt to repeat it again - even if it is via UA-cam.
It is written in a kind of 'old-fashioned' language to do justice to the old wisdoms: it is not hip 'newspeak' or anything like that. The music - although very modern - does not roar along with contemporary dance music either.
I hope that image, text and sound work together here to bring everything to life in the form of a kind of integrated artistic expression, together with the revival of our dear nature.
And the fox, well, I have a certain predilection for that: a legacy from the past, the reading of 'Van den vos Reynaerde', that highlight in Middle Dutch literature. The sly animal exposes the rudeness of man, regardless of his position. What the animal stories show is that the noble courtly society does not always correspond to its ideals, that courtly love is sometimes no more than a cover for sexual lust, that knightly honour can be used as a license for selfish actions, that beautiful words and outward behaviour all too often mask greed, abuse of power, aggression and malice.
However, no names are mentioned and the criticism is aired indirectly. As a result, everyone can think that it is not he but the others who are meant and as a result the criticism can be very intense. Because it is mixed with the ridiculous and its direction is usually positive (the criticism is given in the hope that the situation will improve), it is digestible.
So no wolf, but a fox for me. Although the message - from the Indians or not - remains the main objective of this UA-cam contribution.
Linda música 🎶 bela imagem ❤
Yes, I agree. 🙃
Excelente Jan❤
Thanks! Obrigado!
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Thank you. I'll be alert!
Superbe !
Thank you! Merci!