life – Boutman

Seasons ~ Ebb ~ Flow
Bride and Groom
Ocean ~ Desert
Star and Moon
Life ~ Death ~ Man ~Beast
Day of Doom
All Are Mastered by
The Womb

“Every midwife knows
that not until a mother’s womb
softens in the pain of labor
will a way unfold and the infant
find that opening
through which it can be born.
O my friend,
there is treasure in your heart,
and it is heavy with child.
Listen!
All the awakened ones,
like trusted midwives
are saying to you,
Welcome this pain.
Let it open
the dark passageway
of grace.”

(italics:) Rumi

(I found the Rumi poem @ Diane Walker’s blog, pay a visit there!)

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.