Abundance

“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.

 

Roaming In The Womb Of Being

Song:
 “There’s a beautiful strength going out from you”

~ ‘There’s a beautiful strength going out from you,
there’s a beautiful source in you,
so if we unite in harmony,
together we can be a stream,
a stream of love and compassion,
of joy and equanimity,
refreshing each dale,
by tracing the path of living mindfully.’

Composition/Lyrics: Bert Evens / Arrangement: Mudita
Sung by Bert Evens & Jyoti Singh

Steel Art Work:
” Vagina, Cathedral of Religion” by Frans De Medts, Oostduinkerke, Belgium

Photography & Lay Out: http://www.boutman.com

Healing Heart Meditation

You’ll be surprised by the healing effects… Go Full Screen. See how each second new images arise… bring birth to new possibilities… Watch and watch again… let your thoughts flow, tune in with the whirling, changing clouds, breathe… let go… be healed and  inspired by the Divine Breath of “The One Who Gives Birth To God”.

(Video composed of 95 pictures in sequence during a 2 minute time lapse pointing at one identical sky fragment, taken with Nikon D5000 camera ~autofocus on July, 19th, 2011, Leuven, Belgium, Music: Ave Maria)

Float

Yes, I must confess again
I like to float in, float on
water, a surface somewhere
in between a mountain
high and river deep, this
floating then becoming
ship at the horizon, I,
drink deep, the more
the getting there the less
I see, the more consumed
the more your Light is
piercing, one single Moon
beam in the darkest night,
a golden touch to warm
up icy water, O Yes, I
must confess again I like
to float on water somewhere
in between, a yesterday
embracing time, a you,
a me, and I

picture above taken & poem written @ Dominican Abbey ~Courtyard,
 Zwolle, The Netherlands, May 20th,  2011
Book presentation Kirsten Notten ‘Maria’s Dochter’,
the Mary statue below is Kirsten’s  powerful  “Memorare”

Distant traveller

I am a distant traveller, the realms I
visit are as far away as are my eyes
to starlight being born, they glitter
and they keep inviting, light years
pass, a silent voice keeps ringing,
the time clock of my mind, still I
am sure eventually our hearts will
sing in tune, O yes, I am a distant
traveller, and when by chance your
eyes meet mine when passing by
then linger for a while, as if you’re
waiting for a miracle, O yes, be sure,
a faint reflection then will make you
smile, close to the border you will
recognize, close to the border you
will enter, close to the border you
will breathe in realms of gold, in Heart
and Soul and be a distant traveller,
as starlight being born.