Poetry in Motion
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 couldn’t wait and now
while looking in Your eyes I feel a touch
of paradise I finally have found an answer
beyond words.
(picture taken @ Banneux Sanctuary, Belgium)
A powerful message by Constantin Pilavios
The choice to be is not an easy one,
though as for living, there is no
forgetting, as waves roll on and on
so is the air I breathe, in and out,
so is the being of the Soul, and yes,
it is for free, no choice has to be made,
you are the One, the only One,
to read and be as morning Sun.
Some smoke is dancing in the snow,
it makes me think of You, my Love,
some smoke is dancing in the snow,
there are no leaves and trees are naked,
O my Love, some smoke is dancing
with the snow, is there a message
then for me, are You inviting me, O,
so graciously, so graciously, I hear
Your voice, it hasn’t melted yet,
O Lord, my Lord of Frost, shall You
then keep Her here, before my Love
has melted, melted by some smoke,
here, dancing in the snow.
“So streams the fullness into you,
when things and thoughts cannot contain it.”
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
I cannot be but grateful for the Love
so poured abundantly into my Soul,
the way You keep on pouring is as
boundless as the Sea, even when
darkness is surrounding me, still
You keep pouring, even when I’m
at a loss for words Your Silence is
a beacon, I can rest assured, O yes,
I cannot be but grateful for the Love
so poured abundantly into my Soul,
when storms are roaring, when on
my way all doors are closing, when
nowhere is a refuge to be found, my
little lamp consumed, and to the rim
my cup is filled, still You keep pouring,
O yes, I cannot be but grateful for the
Love You pour abundantly into my Soul.
Boutman 