You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....



Monday, 2 June 2014

An Equal Music

Perhaps this could have stayed unstated.
Had our words turned to other things
In the grey park, the rain abated,
Life would have quickened other strings.
I list your gifts in this creation: Pen, paper, ink and inspiration,
Peace to the heart with touch or word, 
Ease to the soul with note and chord.
How did that walk, those winter hours,
Occasion this?

No lightning came;
Nor did I sense, when touched by flame,
Our story lit with borrowed powers 
Rather, by what our spirits burned,
Embered in words, to us returned.
And into that gate they shall enter, 
and in that house they shall dwell, 
where there shall be no cloud nor sun, 
no darkness nor dazzling,
but one equal light, no noise nor silence, 
but one equal music, no fears nor hopes, 
but one equal possession, 
no foes nor friends, but one equal communion and identity, 
no ends nor beginnings, but one equal eternity......

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