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Raratonga, “De Zingende Ziel der Dingen” (twee levens en een liefdesjaar in brieven): familiegeschiedenis


The First WOMB looked like this, and it can still be visited!

Imagine a place where you can have everything you need, everything you want, immediately,  and without asking, and all this for free… I know such a place, we all know it, we all have been there: it’s our mother’s Womb.  So there is some truth in: “Heaven is a place on Earth”!  But let’s expand this idea: consider now the Universe and beyond as one giant Womb… isn’t that magic?

Drone footage of header video by PJ Ardies.


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.

About “the man behind” (or in!) The Womb, see:  Boutmanblog.

Roadmovie in the “Womb”:



(voor Helga en Liesje) Dit zijn de kruiswegen van geluk, letters die links of rechts neigen, allen even vriendelijk, wat maakt het uit of wij elkaar al dan niet verstaan, er is een taal die van geboorte spreekt, we zijn ze niet vergeten, en allen dragen wij de brandstof die Haar voedt. Dit weten en …


Vanuit de nevelen der Tijd komen de vrouwen met hun kinderen drinken van de woorden die zoals vergeelde bladeren soelaas bieden voor de wind, de lucht is blauw, een blauw dat helder en doorzichtig is, vlaggen wapperen, bomen wiegen, moeders wandelen, deuren schuren zich aan zandlopers die eeuwig korrels schenken aan kinderen en hun kastelen, …

Bij Fleur

Tussen twee regendruppels kwam de zon, slechts zijdelings je verlichten, even, hunkerend naar zegen en voldoening op je reis waar blijven nu de medestrijders waar de stralen van hun ontwapenende liefde? zij zwijgen hier in alle talen, hun voelen is bezwaard want vergeten maar tussen twee andere druppels haalt de zwarte engel altijd bakzeil, zij …


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Poetry collection of 64 poems in alphabetical order (146 pp).  Publication date for the printed version foreseen “somewhere in the future”, pre-order possible via born@womb.be 🙂

You can already read by browsing through the e-book (not a final version, but close).

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Table of contents by title: pages 139ff, by first line: pages 143ff. 

There is a pre-order list if you want to be sure to receive a paper copy. Send an email to born@womb.be. Don’t worry: by sending your email you are in no way obliged to buy, it’s just to know whether there is enough interest.

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This collection of poems is my way to “create a healthy world from the womb”, a quote cited by Dr. Binu Singh (UPC KUL Leuven), infant- and childpsychiatrist.

Ps: there is a Dutch edition too, see the page “Poëzie“.

Image in header of this page taken in Nazaré, Portugal, with view on the ocean and my “womb on wheels”, WOW.