Fate like a jackal feeds amongst
the tombs of past beliefs
digging deep into the wounds
of what you and me once called hope
I pondered sometime
at my first glimpse of the Temple
of human flash, of burning hearts
of confused whispers and determined sights
We all know the road - it is so clear
to the bottom of the spine
to our ancestor’s accumulated wisdom
to love that has no lines, has no ends
We can take it in - I promise - try!
the magic and mystery hidden
within the walls of two that could be many
scratch the surface, break into its core
What is our Goddess's name?
Where does the secret sleep? Is it within the Stone? Or Sun? Or Sea?
And with the minds of two, can we dream to comprehend
Her message of many?
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
to a Spiritual Warrior
Building a temple of love, lovers,
warriors, sages, movements, light
flow, soul-mates, pillars
I came across you
I smelled your body
and liked the smell
You disappeared in me
for a moment that lasted eternity
Connected with a golden line
we met in a space that was not ours
that belongs to Gods and Goddesses
that belongs to the Divine Calling
Connected with a golden line
I recognised you and received you
Moving into the Universe
that has no Beginings and no Ends
warriors, sages, movements, light
flow, soul-mates, pillars
I came across you
I smelled your body
and liked the smell
You disappeared in me
for a moment that lasted eternity
Connected with a golden line
we met in a space that was not ours
that belongs to Gods and Goddesses
that belongs to the Divine Calling
Connected with a golden line
I recognised you and received you
Moving into the Universe
that has no Beginings and no Ends
Labels:
nuit,
poetry,
self remembering,
tantra
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