Poetry in Motion
June 1st, 1955 > me & my mother (she’s now 92+1,5) > at 1 point in life we have to make peace with our past, come to terms with it, and be grateful our Soul chose this place to blossom & flourish > each of our moments here is an opportunity for a rebirth, to become the “I” we are meant to be, so it’s a deep & grateful Thank You Mother 🙂
She walks on rainbows, reaches out
beyond a million stars, and up and
down she goes upon the waves the sun
so gently pours and pours again over
the oceans and the seas, she sees, and
yet, yet deeper still, silently hidden in
her secret room nobody knows about
but she, there, in the precious chamber
of her Soul, there is this longing,
the longing for the Love as promised,
as given when she came to Be, so Ana
then, she is the only keeper of her
golden key, the key that will unlock
the gates of Paradise and only then
will Ana Be, become the Angel she
is meant to Be.
(written for and read to Ana, the bookshop girl, on the way back from Santiago De Compostella > Spain, prov Santander, Torrelavega)
At Anna’s, I bought a Spanish-English dictionary, and I told her about my love of ‘coincidences’, she wrote in the book: “On February 28th 2009 I begin to believe in the coincidences”.
This an I Ching reading inspired by something that happened two years ago. While ordening files on my computer, I stumbled on a 1min video I recorded in 2010 while attending a great joyful fire party in open air. I filmed the fire itself, but it wasn’t until now that I noticed a detail that didn’t strike me then. In the video below I included it and you can find out my thoughts & the connection with the I Ching on this remarkable coincidence. It proves to show that our vision on Time too often is limited by our restricted views on its development. Take your “time” 😉 , it’s a 22m22s video, andt that’s not a coincidence either, since afterwards I noticed it was the 22nd video I uploaded on Youtube 🙂
The Flames Of Change 🙂
Fire Dance 🙂
What happens when the snow has melted?
The undercovered now returns to light,
my eyes have to adjust and for a moment now
it seems as if the world becomes a darker place,
it is returning to the homeland without feeling
home, as if it were another one who has now
occupied the ground, the landlord long forgotten
and his name not welcome anymore, though
everything is still in place, there is an uninhabited
emptiness not leaving any room for memories,
it feels as an awakening to new beginnings,
the only company old tools to start reboot.
What happens when the snow has melted?
Tell me the truth, uncover then discover how
everything what at first sight lay hidden, now
is adjusted and waiting for your memory
to get stored, so focus right, become new light,
be the blueprint that the snow has melted.
img > our Firetable
Boutman 