Sea Of Soul ~ SOS

As waves are to the sea so time is to
the mind: moments come and go, then
come again, and if we try to hold them,
and cherish what they offer they just
go again, but always something then
is left behind, not for the eye to see
but for the Heart to feel, and finally,
when we stop wondering where all
this is coming from, we are ready to
receive, our eyes then open, as time
is to the mind and waves are to the sea,
so Love is to our Soul, eventually.

(filmed at Sint-André beach, Oostduinkerke, Belgium)

Music/Tenorflute: Bert Evens ‘Noble Silence’

Wormhole

Eternities ago, there was a window opening
the ceilings of my youth, a wormhole to a Star
unseen, split seconds opened as a pair of
wings, uplifting, ocean deep, a blue reminder
of a dream yet to be dreamt, taking my life
back to the womb it barely had outlived: was
it perhaps Your wish  to take me back, because
my journey here had to Your Eye fulfilled Your
imprinted demand?  I stayed, forgot about Your
Call, ignored the Love so generously poured
into my Soul and went to sleep, and so retired
I walked blindfolded, equally guided, and
with each step  the window narrowed, leaving
only a faint and distant ray,  forgotten scent,
the remnant of a slow perfume, disintegrating.
And now, You’re here again, it’s through the
door You enter now,  and no, no more can I
ignore,  Your wish was not retirement for me,
there is a Life to live, and wings to spread, a
million waves to dance to on an ocean breeze,
through the wormhole, born again, I breathe,
I thank You then, and silently I recognize
sometimes it’s better to retire, to wind up, so
as better to give way to Life’s umbilical cord,
the imprinted Fire of our Heart and Soul.

(picture: tree rings and nodes)

The Source

The never changing
is the source of change
therefore one changes
constantly to understand
the never changing,
when one is breathing,
one is changing,
when one stops breathing
one is changing,
when one stops thinking,
one meets the Source,
that’s why
the never changing
is the Source of Change.

Womb

 

(Wrote this in a period I can describe as my “Dark Night Of The Soul” (cfr St John of the Cross) > in deep despair I felt as if there was some invisible Force, “an unseen hand that pushed me back” to life > since then I know that wherever Life’s journey takes you, in whathever abyss you might find yourself, you have to trust & belief (100%!) that there always is “an unseen hand” upon which you can rely for support, even in the eye of death… Believe our Souls, all Souls are breathing in this “Womb Of Being”.  Ave + 🙂

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 light-year 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 A Master’s Plan.

Maria Assumpta

 

AVE MARIA

@ Maria Assumptalyceum, Brussels, a gift 😉

MEMORARE

O piissima Virgo Maria,
non esse auditum a saeculo,
quemquam ad tua currentem praesidia,
tua implorantem auxilia, aut tua petentem suffragia
a te esse derelictum.
Ego tali animatus fiducia,
ad te Virgo virginum Maria
Mater Iesu Christi, confugio,
ad te venio, ad te curro,
noli, Domina mundi, noli aeterni Verbi Mater verba mea despicere,
sed audi propitia et exaudi me miserum ad te in hac lacrimarum valle clamantem.
Adsis mihi, obsecro, in omnibus necessitatibus meis, nunc et semper,
et maxime in hora mortis meae.
O clemens, o pia, o dulcis Virgo Maria!
Amen

REMEMBER

O most gracious Virgin Mary,
that never was it known
that anyone who fled to thy protection,
implored thy help, or sought thy intercession
was left unaided by thee.
Inspired with this confidence,
I fly to thee,
Mary, Virgin of virgins, Mother of Jesus Christ;
to thee do I come; before thee I stand,
O Mistress of the World and Mother of the Word Incarnate,
despise not my petitions,
but in thy mercy hear and answer wretched me crying
to thee in this vale of tears.
Be near me, I beseech thee, in all my necessities, now and always,
and especially at the hour of my death.
O clement, o loving, o sweet Virgin Mary.
Amen

(15th century prayer, made popular by Fr. Claude Bernard, the Poor Priest )

see history @ :
http://www.preces-latinae.org/thesaurus/BVM/Memorare.html

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