To all with ears: they hear,
to all with eyes: they see.
Let’s not be blind to all
what’s written and to all
that flows, wherever you
may go you leave something
behind, so is the memory
the mirror of the mind
and with each footstep
there is more to tell,
o yes: wherever you may
go you leave something
behind.
To all with heart, to all
with love: they shall inherit
paradise, wait not, moments
are wings, and to a dying
day they are as intimate as
to your lips a kiss, so then:
fly high above the setting
sun, and rise above the oceans,
open, breathe deep, drink, and
be, for in the end remember:
to all with ears they’ll hear,
to all with eyes they’ll see.
(picture taken @ Kallo, Belgium)
Boutman 