soul – Boutman

november 3, 2019november 3, 2019

All Souls

I know that finally my soul
will leave this nest that once
grew out of the fire of Love’s
call and like a bird then it will
fly into the night so gently
touched while focusing the
turning point for a new journey
But when it meets the distant
call of home this soul of mine
shall want no more and shall
into Eternal Presence settle down
and come to rest

juni 4, 2012januari 1, 2013

Ana

She walks on rainbows, reaches out
beyond a million stars, and up and
down she goes upon the waves the sun
so gently pours and pours again over
the oceans and the seas, she sees, and
yet, yet deeper still, silently hidden in
her secret room nobody knows about
but she, there, in the precious chamber
of her Soul, there is this longing,
the longing for the Love as promised,
as given when she came to Be, so Ana
then, she is the only keeper of her
golden key, the key that will unlock
the gates of Paradise and only then
will Ana Be, become the Angel she
is meant to Be.

(written on the way back from Santiago De Compostella > Spain, prov Santander, Torrelavega)

februari 14, 2012januari 1, 2013

Love is in the air

A poem read on the way to Santiago de Compostella in the company of two love birds 🙂

december 10, 2011augustus 14, 2013

The Promise

Christmas

As sure as seasons and as sure as stars, as sure as
ocean’s breathing ebb and flow, as sure as sun and
rain, or arrow leaving bow, as sure as mother’s womb
gives birth to all: a greater force encompasses it all,
so when we go to sleep it is to wake up and collect
what has been given, it is to carefully consider how
and when we are to fit each little drop into an ocean
we can call our own, our dreams then are the waves
that keep on rolling on the darkened shores, never
revealing what the smiling Moon was witnessing,
while rising Sun is waiting for our eyes to reap,
and so it is: there is a Postman that continuously
delivers, even our smallest wish is handled with the
utmost care, He knows what message matches with
our Soul’s desire, He trusts our Heart eventually shall
break the code of whatever lies encrypted in the Letter
He imprinted in our deepest vault, who, when or where,
however, this mystery we never shall unfold, we only are
recipients, but here it is: as sure as seasons and as sure as
stars, as sure as ocean’s breathing ebb and flow, as sure as
rising sun, as crescent Moon, or arrow leaving bow, as sure
as mother’s womb gives birth to all, so is the Postman’s
Promise: your Letter was delivered, it just craves for you
to use your opening key, enter the vault, trust your Heart
and read: believe Love is the greater force encompassing it all.