BOUTMAN Serendipity

Enclosed I roam from star to star,
I travel endlessly, I whisper and
my breath unfolds behind me as
a vale, a shooting star, a comet
on its way and growing, growing
with each light-year passing by,
O yes, there is much pleasure in this
roaming , it is creation of a Master
Plan and still this roaming is
continuing, and when from time
to time I reach the boundaries of
my confinement, I feel a sudden
shiver, as if some unseen hand is
there to push me back, or could it
be the vale behind that keeps on
coming back, I wonder. So here I
am, inside and out, no matter
how the journey goes, there always
will be worlds to enter and others
then to leave behind, the roaming
will continue , on and on, no
ending, no beginning, so is the
roaming in the Womb of Being,
the cavern of His Master's Plan.

see spoken videopoem @ you tube Womb

                             Look
                             and look with me

                          

Listen
let's listen
to the swing
of those great wings

Hear
and hear with me
there is the trumpet
of wise majesty

Feel
and feel with me
the magic of their heart
beating with mystery

Tremble
with their flow
again again
until our blood
is flying through our veins
and we are lifted

Then dance
let's dance
to the blue rhythm
of our Ladies call

And though
we are earthbound
they take us
to our Father's ground
a distant valley
on a drop of wind

Breathe
and breathe with me
into this ancient melody

Look
and look with me
there is a paradise to see

Feel
and feel with me
there is the water
of that endless sea

Flow
and flow with me
there is a being beyond me



Sing
and swing with me
there is an eagle
and it flies in thee

see videopoem @ youtube Bird to Santiago Hymn Of The Dancing Eagles

O little bird how graciously you sing,
while night is darkening your wings,
you are the Herald of the morning,
my hands are open for your offering,
there is my Heart, O little bird, your
soft whisper, your silent touch, I can't
ignore, O, little bird, you Prophet
of the Dawn to come, my hands are
opening for your offering, my ears are
singing, all in tune, O little bird, my eyes
are closed in darkness, I keep wandering
into the night, breathing in, breathing out,
I offer you my heart, I welcome you into
my Soul, O little bird, how graciously you
sing, while the night is darkening your wing.

see videopoem taken at garden shrine @ youtube Bird As A Prophet

In the forest of my dreams some leaves

are wandering, I wonder whether they

will walk me home, from tree to tree I

keep on walking  but the snow keeps

coming in, as if an unseen hand is there

to cover all my thoughts, to sleep is to

return, then I see you, I close my eyes

now, it is time to pray, O, walk with me,

to be a leave and wander through these

woods, sweet fragrance of a lullaby, O,

come with me and I will sing to wake you

up, from tree to tree then walk with me

and when we reach the mountaintop

then dream with me, so to the forest we

will be as to the snow these wandering

leaves.