april 29, 2011augustus 22, 2011 Door Bout Vercnocke

Confession

I must confess I love your soothing words
much more when they are quoting me,
I must confess I love your sparkling eyes
much more when they are reading me,
I must confess I love your waving hands
much more when they are touching me,
I must confess I love your walking feet
much more when they are nearing me,
I must confess I love your smiling lips
much more when they are kissing me,
I must confess the more you follow me,
the more you talk of me, the more you
breathe with me, the more you drink
and taste the heart of me, the more your
dreams mirror the soul of me, I grow,
I shine, a lighthouse on the mountaintop,
a beacon in the storm, the Pole Star of
your universe, but most of all I must
confess all this is nothing, and in the end
just shadow dancing compared to Your reply

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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.