VERKNOCKE, Bout

Womb

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.