“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.
Originally I wrote these words as a “Charter”, & as most of my poetry these words came ‘inspired’, as in the Latin ‘in’ + ‘spirare’ = breathed into > it’s what incessantly calls me to be expressed by the Alma Mater, Womb of Being. This Charter is meant to serve as the basis of what might once become a school. Today I dedicate these words to the victims of the Norway Massacre & all innocent victims of violence, unjustice and deprivation worldwide.
AVE MARIA ~ Prayer To Our Lady Of The Rainbow Roses
11 Times 2:
1. Find the Silence In Your Father’s Words
2. Go With Passion, Motherly
3. Consume The Neverending, The Flaming Fire 0f Your Heart
4. Burn Desire With A Golden Touch
5. Walk With Wind And Carrying Clouds
6. Dance With Words And Not To Speak
7. Change With Seasons In Eternity
8. Build A Home 0n Water Drown In Tears
9. Fly With Wings, Never Descend, Still Walk On Earth
10. Watch The Sunrise Of Your Innate Being
11. Laugh, Love, Never Leave
Listen
let’s listen
to the swing
of those great wings
Hear
and hear with me
there is the trumpet
of wise majesty
Feel
and feel with me
the magic of their heart
beating with mystery
Tremble
with their flow
again again
until our blood
is flying through our veins
and we are lifted
Then dance
let’s dance
to the blue rhythm
of our Ladies call
And though
we are earthbound
they take us
to our Father’s ground
a distant valley
on a drop of wind
Breathe
and breathe with me
into this ancient melody
Look
and look with me
there is a paradise to see
Feel
and feel with me
there is the water
of that endless sea
Flow
and flow with me
there is a being beyond me
Sing
and swing with me
love this eagle
feel it fly in Thee
”…but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint” (Isaiah 40:31)
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”
(France,Biarritz, Rocher De La Vierge & Vieux-Boucau-les-Bains, Atlantic Ocean beach)
Sometimes we hesitate between tomorrow and today, the burden of yesterday upon our shoulders as an ocean wave, too heavy for a ride. Sometimes we hesitate upon that selfsame wave, we hesitate, we linger, we listen to the wind perhaps there is a message there before we drown in thoughts about these waves that on and on roar through our heads as a forgotten love, long, long forgotten but present, each second coming, coming and again: you see Here face in front of you, with every hand She lays upon the beach a deadly kiss, but still this wind is irresistible, is loud and clear and yet again we hesitate, shall we then sing with Her this ancient melody, written in a thousand pebbles on the shore? Sometimes we hesitate between tomorrow and today, the burden of a yesterday upon our shoulders as an ocean wave, but once the die is cast we fly, O we sing, we dance and glide, no cold can hold us back, this beach is ours and we meet our Love, we roll and turn, become the Wave, Her arms around us, gently rocking, Her voice a lullaby we recognize from first we entered, O yes, and here She is, for us only for us, and up and down we go, we roll and rock, we shout exhilarated, we enter in Her curve, She is inviting us again, again, Her wave a womb to live our lives so fast and faster still until the winter carries us above the water, we have wings and eagle like we leave the cave, invited by the Sun as if we were a newborn Star, O yes, we shine, we shine with our new Light years and years ahead, beyond all hesitation found our Love, finally Home, finally homeward bound and yes, this beach is ours this ocean now our Home, and that is all we have and all we need, there is no hesitation in this moment because this is indeed All we have, O, All we will have, All we will have eternally.
(written February 25th, 2009, on the beach during a rain shower on the Vieux-Boucau-les-Bains beach near Biarritz, sitting on a dune, watching some surfers on the waves)
Boutman 