"Do not contempt misery and poverty, because they are the wings of the prayer. "
-Euagrius of Pontos, one of the mystic writers of the Philokalia.
Ophelia, my Belovedyou dreamed a crystal clear blue mirror surfaceOphelia, my Beloved by PrayerWings
where the object of your desire was reflected
you embellished your memory with flowers and dressed it in white
carefully you folded your tears in linen
you buried your sorrow in boats of dream
which would never ever return again
and you stepped towards the surface of reflection
where the moon had dropped all of its being
the silky white swish of your dress you gave away
to be touched by the blue surface of reflection
in the centre of desire you won peace
and your whole being touched the dream behind the veil
your dead body was found on the beach in the next morning
it was partly under the surface like an abandoned rose
compared to you i am only the prince of shadows
immortal doubter and denier for ever more
bright string of light you were dream from dream light from light
I bring my flowers and my poems on your grave over and over again
With Love and Desire Immortal
restless dreamsoh sleepyrestless dreams by PrayerWings
the sleepy poppies
all their dreaming powers
are conscious and aware
all nights and all days
just like on a night like this
but this dream is more real
than any other dream in my life
it rings a sad bell in my heart
this funeral of all moments
happy moments and joyous ones
sad and miserable moments
of this midsummer night
this is the very early morning of mourning
but i can still see your smile
the very first which you gave me
the full blossom of your lips
the parfymed silk of your locks
now i'm sadness beyond all oceans
beyond all dusks and all dawns
the sadness beyond the horizon
sadness beyond sun and moon
in this dream
yours and mine
my tears fondle
your lips your loins
they fondle your sadness too
in this dream of yours and mine
you created symphony of your myths
with only one look of love
the myth of your lips
the myth of your loins
the myth of yout breasts
but now my tears is al
My Life as a FishOnce I walked on the beach.My Life as a Fish by PrayerWings
Suddenly I saw a white stone
beneath the surface of the ocean.
So, I deciced to dive underwater
and snatch this peculiar white stone.
But then it happened that the waves
carried me more and more far away
to the open sea and soon after that
the ocean devoured me completely.
I sank more and more deep down to
the mysterious whirlpool of the ocean
and then my only consolation was
the mysterious shining white stone,
where there was written an old spell
in mysterious golden Arabic letters.
In the meanwhile as I was sanking down
I polished the golden letters of the stone
and suddenly a miracle happened: I was
given the skill to breath underwater.
I was given a fish tail and fish grills
together with fish scales and fish fins.
It was then when I begun my life as a fish
in the underwater kingdom of the fish.
I competed in the skills of swimming
in the school of fish. I swam fast
the complete journey from sunrise to the sunset
and my scales glimmer
The Room Alive of SufferingI grab life and squeeze it in my hand,The Room Alive of Suffering by PrayerWings
I snatch it – I steal it!!
But life just withers away, it dies, drops off
and finally vanishes completely from by my side.
Life is just the wretched side of death,
I feel now - and my tears flow.
No longer I can influence the events.
Deep inside I ponder: My God, my God!!
Cease from the acts of your hatred, my God!!
Then the God took back the sight from my first eye.
With a stigma I wandered amongst the men – just like Cain.
Why did you take back my eye? I blasphemed and rebelled.
Then the God took back the sight from my second eye.
I fell into the most overwhelming darkness
and I lived there silent for seven years.
I was silent for all those years.
After that the God gave me not two eyes
but seven eyes instead - and He gave me also
gift to see and interpret supernatural visions.
Then I started to praise my God and my Lord:
There is no wiser than the King of Kings,
There is no more supreme than the Lord of Lords!