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Roadtrip Frankrijk, A61, Narbonne, Aire de Pech-Loubat, “Les Chevaliers Cathares”

Ah oui, la jeunesse perdue…
mais est-ce que l’on a vraiment eue,
ou suis-je né perdant ainsi
le paradis où tout était gratuit?


Moment of conception © lennart nilsson

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.


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