travel – Boutman

mei 5, 2011mei 23, 2011

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.

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.