Categorie archief: Mysticism

Honouring Stephen Hawking

 

WOMB ~ a poem honouring Stephen Hawking

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 a master’s plan.

Ode aan mijn Tandarts – een performance


Zoon Wide (penseel) en Jan Pillaert (bastuba) geven een prachtige en indringende performance “Ode aan mijn Tandarts” op de “Moodprint Invites” happening. Een eerbetoon aan zijn “lifelong” tandarts Jacob Mulier.

Wide Vercnocke

Zeer persoonlijk portret door Jan Bultheel over mijn zoon Wide, striptekenaar, graficus, illustrator, en zo veel meer. Film en gefilmde vloeien in en door elkaar en vormen aldus een nieuw, uniek kunstwerk.  Centraal staat het scheppingsproces, dat zich al kan uiten in zoiets banaal als koffiezetten.

The Rocking Ocean

 

The Rocking Ocean

My father was a Rock,
my mother she was Ocean,
and when they met,
out of the waves so gently laid
upon the pebbled beach,
I came into this Life,
and so it is:
the Rock becomes a thousand pebbles
and the Ocean takes,
takes back
what at first Love was Hers:
an everlasting, Soul consuming,
deeply moving wave embracing Time,
and all of us.

My father was a Rock,
my mother she was Ocean,
the beach their gentle playing ground,
the waves their tune,
the tide their song,
the stars at night the scene
for what at morning light
became a memory for years to come
and all of this is given
and all of this is seen
by those who with a silent song
sing to the everlasting rocks
and dance to the embrace of Time,
the whispering wave of Love.

My father was a Rock,
my mother she was Ocean,
and when they met,
out of the waves so gently laid
upon the pebbled beach,
I came into this Life,

and when my Time has come
remember then the waves
remember then this Rock
and how I called the Ocean
to take back what was Hers.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

Poetry Reading: Two beautiful 19th century love poems: “How do I love thee” (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barret-Browning (1806-1861)  and “Sudden Light” by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882). Text is displayed in the video, so you can read along while listening.