Poetry in Motion
There is a door no one can see
it only opens for the blind
should you then stumble in
forget about the way that
took you here: behind it
unfolds insight in the mystery,
and when the time has come
then you will know the only
challenge was the one within,
to enter without entering, to
love the one and leave, a kiss,
a promise of the way beyond.
(picture taken @ St André Beach, Oostduinkerke, Belgium ~
“Vagina, Cathedral of Religion”, by Frans De Medts )
I feel there is some magic in the air
and it is looking for a home and
crying out, and all I have to do is
let it in and open up, O yes I know
I have the key to welcome this new
life, the rhythm of my heart beating
with Yours when we embrace and
dance, so now I shall surrender to
the music of Your soul and opening
the door I’ll give You room to breathe.
(image: “Echnaton”, Ferdinand Vercnocke, oil on canvas, 100cmx80cm)
When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember those who opened, let
you in and begged for one last song to sing,
who thought a mercy prayer would convince
to have a pardon granted by this prince
When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember those who weren’t in
but uninvited, still got lifted by your wing,
who while preparing for a glorious flight
were grounded brutally, take off denied
When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember those who welcomed
you as royalists their banished king
who after years of fruitless fight
eventually got their heart’s delight
When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember all, praise the Almighty,
challenge your sword with mine then swing
so that my blade will testify that it is I
who at the doors riposted to your passing by
painting: Ferdinand Vercnocke, ‘Mars’, Oil on canvas, 100x80cm
top img = wooden handmade sword, present to my 2nd son by his friend
Boutman 