BOUTMAN Serendipity - Poetry (English)

Paradise

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 00:40:17 +0200

Shall I then look with both my eyes? Shall
I then see a glimpse of Paradise? Or shall I
look with my eye right, or better still, the one
eye left? O Lord, to have a look at You is out
of league, to dance with You my legs are lame,
but still You keep inviting me, You keep on
looking for my inward eye, You keep on dancing
while my legs are lame, O Lord Your dance really
is out of league, but when blinded, cripple, deaf
and lame I stumble, then I see, my eyes right,
not left behind, O yes, I see, I see the glittering
dome of Paradise, it was the inward eye indeed,
the compass You imprinted in my Soul, as is the
graveyard Light to Souls at rest, so is Your Light
to me, in Peace now I can live, in Love my Soul
with You will be, eternally.

Womb

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 21:56:05 +0100

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

Dancing Eagles

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 08:35:51 +0100

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

Bird As A Prophet

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 10:35:57 +0100

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

Star

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 14:53:31 +0100

With all my heart

I come to You

my soul is ageless

a star is born

When waking up

the night is warm

my eyes are breathless

a womb to fill

Into the wind

Your voice is white

my thoughts are spirits

to dome unite

This journey reaps

from fields of dreams

may I there wander

an ocean deep

I come to You

and light years pass

my words are angels

the truth is winged

When finally

we coincide

our wish is silent

the answer clear

A star is born

Your essence pure

with all Your blessing

and nothing more

With all my heart

I sing to You

in soul then joyful

toÂ dreams fulfilled

With all my heart

I pray to You

so grant this blessing

in Love to Be

Prayer

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 21:23:07 +0100

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 walkingÂ 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.

Imagine

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 20:04:22 +0100

ImagineÂ as this snow is melting how

a bird is opening its wings to welcome

a new dream, imagine Â as your weeping

heart is beating how your eyes are looking

for a cloud, a shelter for your soulâs desire,

imagine as this day is closing how the night

is entering, its dark embrace invisible, silence

then, imagine as this snow is melting how

it welcomes you, whispering, arms only forÂ

you, then fly, fly, so you melt too and woo.

Little

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 10:03:36 +0100

There is little left, as if all the snow

has melted, all the birds unwinged,

fallen angels, lovers lost in agony,

their song is echoed by the water

now that keeps on pouring in my

home land, o, there is little left, a

treetop reaching out, six thousand

rings that lead to this, o, there is

little left, all has melted, lovers lost

Melody

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 16:44:18 +0100

Once there was a river and the water sang to me,

I crossed its melody and answered with a tear or

two, then went on, forgot about what I had left

behind, there always is a better road in mind so

I was told, and donât look back, just go ahead,

and follow what is written, and I did, till finally

I reached a beach that stretched to the horizon,

as if the sand had swallowed all the sea, and there

I wept, and wept, then came a wave or two,

and took me in, in tune for a familiar melody.

Sea Of Soul

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:34:33 +0200

As waves are to the sea so time

is to the mind: moments come

and go, then come again, and if

we try to hold them, and cherish

what they offer they just go again,

but always something then is left

behind, not for the eye to see but

for the Heart to feel, Â and finally,

when we stop wondering where

all this is coming from, we are

ready to receive, our eyes then

open, as time is to the mind

and waves are to the sea, so

Love is to our Soul, eventually.

Prayer

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:52:42 +0200

(Medjugorje, July 25th, 2002)

As I am walking in this world of words
sometimes I keep forgetting how once

- inspired -

I was returning home when suddenly

You spoke

and down the hill You came in shining

white,

Your music as from heaven sent was

all around, and how it told me to have

patience

O I remember how my heart was filled

with joy I hardly couldnât wait and now

while looking in Your eyes I feel a touch

of paradise

I finally have found an answer beyond

words

All Souls

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:36:24 +0200

I know
that finally
my soul
will leave
this nest
that once
grew out
of the Fire
of Love's call
and like
a bird then
it will fly
into the night
so gently
touched
while focusing
the turning point
for a new journey
But when
it meets
the distant call
of Home
this soul
of mine
shall want
no more
and shall
into
Eternal Presence
settle down
and come to
rest

Drifting

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:33:59 +0200

What does a cloud win by drifting there
on wings unseen, on what was uttered
in a silent voice, your Eyes still
hidden in the Night? What does a cloud
win by drifting there on wings unseen,
on a word,a murmer, your whisper from
afar? What does a cloud win by drifting,
drifting in an open sky, and only Sister
Moon to welcome this one homecoming sail,
since by its presence Brother Sun for once
obscured, cannot take part in celebration?
What does it win, and what is there to win?
O Lord, it is Your breath inspiring, Your
silent Word on which we drift, should any
army ask for our surrender it is You we
turn to, and You lift our sail, You make us,
make us drift on wings unseen, and homecoming
then, effortlessly, we wonder: what was there
to win?Â The answer then is drifting, drifting
there on wings unseen.

Oceanic

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:19:30 +0200

(to Alban, Thomas, Julien)Monday February 23^rd 2009 Vieux Bacou, Biarritz Beach, France, Â Atlantic Ocean

Sometimes we hesitate between tomorrow and today, the burden of
a yesterday upon our Â shoulders as an ocean Â wave, too heavy
for a ride. Sometimes we hesitate upon that selfsame wave,
we hesitate, we linger, we listen to the wind perhaps there
is a message there before we drown in thoughts about
these waves that on and on roar through our heads
as a forgotten love, long, long forgotten but present,
each second coming, coming and again: you see
here face in front of you with every hand she lays
upon the beach a deadly kiss, but still this wind
is irresistible, is loud and clear and yetÂ again
we hesitate, shall we then sing with her this
ancient melody, written in a thousand
pebbles on the shore? Sometimes we
hesitate betweenÂ tomorrowÂ and
today, theÂ burdenÂ of a yesterdayÂ
upon our shoulders as anÂ ocean wave,
but once the die is cast we fly,Â we sing, we
dance, we Â glide, no cold can hold us back,
this beach is ours and we meet our Love, we
roll and turn, become the Wave, her arms around
us, gently rocking, Her voice a lullaby we recognize
from first we entered, O yes, and here She is, for us only
for us, and up and down we go, we roll and rock, we shout
exhilarated we enter in Her curve, She is inviting us again,
again, Her wave a womb to live our lives so fast and faster still
until Â the winter carries us above the water, we have wings and
eagle like we leave Â the cave, invited by the Sun as if we were
a newborn Star, O yes, we shine, we shine with our new
Light years and yearsÂ ahead, beyond all hesitation
found our Love, finally Home,Â finally homeward
bound and yes, this beach is ours this ocean
now our Home, and that is all we have and
all we need, there is no hesitation in this
moment because this is indeed All we
have, O, All we will have, All we
will have , and still willÂ
haveÂ Â eternally.

Seagull

nospam@example.com (Rombout Vercnocke) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:14:27 +0200

What are we looking for, since what we
hope to find has always been at heart.
There is a seagull gliding proudly on
the breeze, waving, calling but we keep
on turning our own wheel of fortune.
How then could we stumble on a hidden
treasure if what we hope to find has always
been at heart? We have forgotten how its
beating was a steady compass even during
stormy weather. We have forgotten how
its silent drum never once let us down.
How could we not but tenderly accept
its offering? What are we hiding from?
Is it our fear to be discovered, to be
left uncovered by the wings of Love?
Then what weâre looking for is not our
heartâs desire, but only heartâs disease,
and to be cured we need to listen to the
seagullâs call. When we are looking for
that hidden treasure then the map is
here,Â You wrote it on the breeze, waving,
calling, gliding proudly, easily.