augustus 13, 2011december 25, 2011 Door Bout Vercnocke

Heart

The heart beats softly when it asks
for pleasure and wild when love
is given in return, like as a storm
falls suddenly asleep when sun is
there to meet. When clouds are
passing by, then wind will come
to blow all sorrows in oblivion.
So when you ask for pleasure
don’t forget, your heart will still
remember, comes rain or wind,
comes sleep.

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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 lightyear 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.