LUKA VAN DEN DRIESSCHEN    

 

   
   
   
 
 


 

 

 

"Luka, yeah that' s the nice good looking guy in his fifties, singing 'Strangers in the Night' for the tourists in some big hotels on the Mediterranean island of Crete ....."

"Luka, oh I know him  from Dutch Radio. He sings a funny song in Dutch about this Crete with the sheep making 'Baeee' and a bunch of girls singing in Greek which nobody except Greeks can understand!..."

"Luka, isn' t that the guru with the sexy voice, preaching on top of some weird techno tunes, ya my daughter likes him..."

"Luka, leave me alone, I know this guy. He plays this funny old guitar and sings songs to comfort lonely housewives."

"Luka? Who is Luka, should I know him?"

"If I had children to put to sleep, that would be the right voice to read them good night stories...."

"Luka, yes, his voice has something that makes me feel good, I can' t explain why and how..."

"His voice, listen to it... and listen to what he sings, finally someone with a straight message: be you..."

Some Opinions... OK, what does he say, who are You, Luka?:
 
 

          
 

I don't want to fill Your minds with names and places or how good I am so that maybe You buy a CD or listen to me.....
It's not  that I have not lived. I am writing to You now so I must be breathing, in fact I am.
But You see what is truth...... the chocolate side of me?

All is not about me when we are part of each other breathing under one big
great sky....
I am Your global friend.....and so are You.....
Being a part of this world.....
Being Your face and Your heartbeat and far beyond....
I am not here to give me to You but to give you to You
And even this I cannot do.... it is up to You.....

It is up to You if You touch Your internal string.....
So You sound Your own sound.....
Dance Your own dance.....
Oh lover in the world....in so many ways I am but a helpless man.....
If Your ears have no wings.........
If Your heart does not drink life' s nectar...
For it is not my truth that You need to see....but Your own....
The harmony of living is left and right....up and down.......
Breathing in breathing out........And on this melody of living is creation.
And this harmony sings, paints, dances, fills You with loving

And heals..........
Each one of us in his own unique way.....the way is the way.....
It is creation without intention...it' s all just happening .
And it can happen to anyone....if Your heart is open....
If You can clean the dust away from Your eyes.
If You awake from the sleep turning Your nights into daylights
Finding the twilight in Your being.....

That I was born on the 21...8...1944....in Holland, migrated to Australia at the age of 14....living there for 20 years.....
That I travelled oh so many years seeking the sun is not going to help
Much...maybe interesting, yes there is quite a story.......
But for now it will add so much more knowledge to Your minds....
And this is what You must drop to be open, to listen, to feel
Your inner voice.....Your own heart beat.....
Bringing You home to Your home.....
The face You are.....

What, my friends, must I say.....that I have been rich.....
That I have been poor.....
Been with Queens....been with Princes.....
Been down and out....my eyes touching hell....
My heart flying to heaven......
If, my friends, I am telling You that I am an angel
Than the other side must also be true...
For life is positive as well as negative...rain and sunshine
You and me....

 

By seeing me I have learned to see You, felt Your pain, in the streets
In my heart...seeing that Your pain is my pain too......
Am I now to say I have found.....when growth is endless.....
That growth is growth and that in growth You find......
Touching creation.........
Then in Your flight in You  touch Your flight standing still.....
Am I to say, friends, I have stopped my search for I have found.....
Only to say to You.....I know nothing......
Yes I did study on the social academy.....but what have I learned
Yes I did many groups...going through every layer myself.....
Gestalt....Bio Energetics...Psychosynthese....Psychic Healing.....
Trance Analysis.....And there must be more.....
But that the greatest moment of my life was Living It.....
Just being alive.....And that my heart opened when I put my arm
Around a friend in pain in tears....saying  it is OK...it is OK
Feeling for the first time in my life compassion.....
And that I have seen You in prisons in mental institutions...
And he that locks You away.. is looking for his own key....
And we all are....and that all neuroses can be transformed into
Roses.....in fact they are roses....
If You don' t hold on to the valley but see that there is a mountain
Waiting for everyone......and that this mountain is You......

When in this moments alive is yesterday, today and tomorrow....
How can I give You only yesterday....
Showing the back part of me......
When we all can have and should have a rebirth...
Yesterday is gone....if needed to be relived in a therapeutic setting
Than to let go......
Life is a moving river...never can one drink the same wine twice.
Showing You the ocean in which You can disappear.....
And in this moving we meet energy, a burning fire turning to face us
Saying rise with me to stars...where love is not to hold but loving.
Living a life for better or worse.....
From right comes wrong from wrong comes right....
From hate we can start to love to be loving...
And in loving all is all right....

Or do You want to hear that I am on TV on Radio
That I have behind me thousands of performances....
In so many countries......not seeking to be a star...
But seeing that we are all one.......
Recently I was once more on a radio station..
They played my songs  we said a few things.....
There were candles burning all around it was so beautiful
All just happening...then they asked me back again.....
Wanting to know more about who I am
And what I had done......
The second time they missed the point , the here and now was not there
And so it is with the songs I was allowed to write down to let through
Me. They are not mine.....how can they be.....I was not there.....
When I wrote them......
They are a gift from a place You and I breathe.....
An internal song....awakening Your string my string......
I am just a passer-by....passing through what belongs...
Being ever oh so grateful for holding these pearls.....
From the ocean... in my heart in my hands....reaching out to You
Saying  come take some  I have so many.....and held them far too long...
But don' t ask me where I got them from... for I don' t know.......
It can not be said.....
It can not be explained.....
It is the unspeakable.....
But it can be found in You....in all walks of life......
Never but never forgetting Your foundation.
No mountain can exist without it' s valley...
Wine without a glass is difficult to drink........;
All of us should seek a rebirth where we are born again
This time on our own accord in our awareness....
Then Your past doesn' t matter too much.....
And Your tomorrow are thoughts just passing by.....
But what counts is This....only This....
In This You can be loving....What is the use of telling someone
Tomorrow I am gonna kiss You
In This You can be a flower
In This is growth
In This is creation
In This is You
Your face

And all I am to You is being Your mirror, and You are mine.....
My autobiography is Your story once You know You  You know me
For tell me, did You not find me to find Yourself......
And others will one day find You to find themselves.....
It' s the circle of creation......a seed to flower.....
A flower to seed.......
This is what I can give.....
In this You can find...........
I have no intentions
I have no religion
A tree doesn' t say...Hey I am gonna be a tree
A bird doesn' t say , today I am gonna sing
He just sings without thoughts
It' s a gift without strings without wanting something in return
And I sincerely feel that this is with me also.....
It all just happened
And I grow like You to let it happen....
Seeing so many tears in so many eyes
So much hate in so many hearts
Seeing the seed of You wanting to come alive
But also seeing tears of gratitude tears that are dancing
Also in the eyes of mine....tears of a song......
A song for me a song for You.....
The power of healing....healing our hearts....
Always found in love....in being loving....
Turning into compassion....
For one self...radiating to others.....
How can I tell You what I have found
When I have found nothing......

Once this man was in India
Singing in my hotel room
There was a knock on my door
And when I opened it
There was a woman
Standing in the doorway
Thanking me for having healed her
And I said with surprise
What did I do......
Once I was in India
Singing in Ashram
I Leave You My Dream
And a beautiful person
Came up to me with tears in his eyes
Saying Thank You
What can I give You
Seeing his tears I said
Your tears are enough
Being surprised at what I said
Once I was on Crete
Singing my heart out to the people
When it was over some came up to me
And said
Thank You for the light
And I thought What light
 
 
 

Friends, here I am sharing with You what belongs to You
I have waited so long for it to make it happen
For also I had to see me  to see You
And from a wonderful place we share.
 

Into the world....Being ever so grateful for what is happening
Let us not be an island on our own  no one is this
But let us hold hands together, our heartbeat one.....
To let our flower blossom in a world so beautiful but often so lost
Letting hate be loving
Letting the seed be the flower
Letting village of love come alive in Your hearts
Therefore on the island for people like You
A village of love in creation where You are the creator
Breathing on an eternal wind ....on the waves of the Greek seas...
Coming home....again....to the Atlantis in Your hearts....
I am calling You on the wind no matter where You are
Now is the time now is the moment
The foundation is being laid down. With one brick one can not build a House.....
I have planted a seed
And all of us need to fertilize
To water our seed
For a Village  of love to grow
For us to grow in this village
The village of love will be our face our reflection
Where love is creation
And creation is love  where Your growth
Is ours........
Sorry....about the autobiography..........
Maybe tomorrow.................

Luka van den Driesschen

 

 

2008