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Ophelia, my Belovedyou dreamed a crystal clear blue mirror surface
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 sleepy
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.
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,
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!
Heffalump – the Holiest of the Holy, the Human Faced
-for the memory of Joseph ”John” Merrick,
the great poetical soul and lover of inner beauty
also known as ” The Elephant Man”
”You have more tumors on your face
than the God Almighty has fingers
in His hands sublime and beautiful.”
The blunt remark came from one
of the starers in the endless line.
In the meanwhile the ringmaster
wawed his hands intensily and shouted:
”Look! Look! Look and sense the horror!”
You felt the pain deep within,
but the stream of your tears did not dry out.
Maybe that time you whispered
- perhaps to your own ears only - ,
what is true to us all: One rises
to the Mountain of Smile
only through the Valley of Tears.
You knew by heart the most beautiful
word of English language: To Love.
Finally: When the pain stopped, there
was no even slightest bitterness within you.
I remember: Fingers of your left h
The Bride of the Christ(Mary of Magdalen)
It's written in the Gospel of Philip: "Mary was his mother, his sister and his companion". I notice now that occasionally even the Gnostics find the seed of the truth.
You sacrificed all in the name of love
your crown of thorns is made
from the lovely scented roses
and your whole fragile body
is covered with wounds of love
and even still
Before Jesus awakened the daughter of Jairos from the dream of death, he made another miracle: He cast out seven devils from you, Mary of Magdalen. Because of this act you loved Jesus more than your own life. Some say that your Hebrew first name means 'bitter' or 'reluctant', but for Jesus you were never such.
All your sweet words are doves
your steps are light like gazelle's steps
your thoughts are fast like the wind
your conscience is white like the snow
you the protector of all the children of the world
you the matron saint of all the sorrowful
you the only true consolation
of my s
A cup of wine for the memory of you, Aurelius(St. Augustine)
When the Visigoths were burning the city of Rome
You wrote the name of the Unknown God
to the marble of the Eternal City
just like Jesus once wrote
all that to the sand
where it would be washed away by the rain
- perhaps this was your main mistake.
Among all the wise teachers of the Church
you are the one, who is the most contradictory.
You wrote on
the inflammable papyrus
that the duration
of the fire of Hell
just like Heaven
and some of us humans
in this sublunar world
are meant even before their birth
just for the another one of them.
So, you had ceased to remember
that also you yourself also had hovered
between darkness and light,
and on the edge of night and mists of the earth
you acted lik
Musician of the Silence(San Juan de la Cruz)
You were a Carmelite in the style of the most severe and the most poor: Shoeless.
There is a passage in the Gospel of Matthew, where Jesus sends the disciples to the world with these carefully chosen words: Do not carry gold or silver in your belt; Do not take a bag or two robes or shoes or stick; because the worker has earned his meal. You were so serious a person, John, that you interpreted these words in their literal meaning , which was also the most poor and most miserable meaning: You chose to walk without shoes just like Jesus and his closest disciples.
Perhaps you recalled the words of the Lord to Moses in front of the burning bush: "Take off your shoes, because this place is holy!" For you, John , the whole world was a holy place, the house of the God, where it was strictly forbidden to walk with shoes on; For you every living creature was holy.
In Exodus of the Bible
it is written that on the
Mount Horeb Moses cam
visionary in the dark(Edith Stein)
The festival of Chanukah
your childhood memories
the latkes potato pancakes
and the nine-branched
You found philosophy during
your days at the university
and soon you joined
the disciples of Edmund Husserl
You progressed quickly in your studies
and at the early age of only 25 years
you graduated as doctor of philosophy.
In the company
What if GodWhat if God…
…cares about what you care about?
…was proud of your every achievement?
…actually wanted to thank you?
…is excited for you?
…believes in you?
...keeps His end of the deal even when you don’t?
…sympathizes with you?
…is on your side every time, whether you’re right or wrong?
…encourages your crazy goals that others say are stupid?
…is your biggest fan?
…is still rooting for you?
…won’t forget you, even long after you die?
…understands you better than your own parents?
…loves you more than your own partner does?
…loves you more than you love yourself?
What if God was everything we are looking for in other people, and ten times that?
Would we approach Him then?
Prayer to Wodenwisdom, guile and ecstasy
these things I pray You give to me
poet’s share – sweet Mead from Heaven
another drink of inspiration
Runes are cut from ancient trees
sigils, signs now come with ease
flowing blood and gushing soul
we move along in Frija’s web
the God will teach
as the Goddess shapes us
a union born of polarity
blessed hearthfire’s duality
Wōden, Wotan; Father God
I seek craft and witching words
teach me gifts of sweet seduction
and so catharsis of noble Will
Lord of Gallows, wandering bard
countless dead and so reborn
bring me now to wit’s sweet end
and teach me how to walk again
ending, ending, never-ending
it has no start to take away
born in Aegis, shaped by Aeons
given wit by Odin’s brethren
oh my soul, my life, my mind
I pledge them all to wisdom’s God
to seek and eke, to strive and conquer
and so to rise above the mindful now
I will seek the Overman
the promise of sweet Wisdom throned
a life beyond the bold horizon
Connecting StarsThere are arbitrary lines between the stars
In triangles and rectangles
But everything’s circular
Cyclical, rotating, transforming into
and out of shape.
I am connected to the cycles
I am circular in my essence
Transforming in cycles
The stars cannot be observed without me,
I am stars and the lines in between.
Holy TrinityThe solidness of beginning
An eternity of summers
A sweet delicious immortality
A sparkling rivulet entering a meadow brook
Life giving rushing river to oceans of jumping fish and cresting giants
Flashing wet in the sun
Sunlight warm on us all
The molecules of time drifting apart
Gently seeing through those things that were solid
Spaces big enough to walk through
Ending in mist, asking: Why?
An Embrace in the DarkAn Embrace in the Dark
Your reasoning is true, you logic right
My flaw is forgiven by ethereal light
Make our scarlet sins bleed anew
Make them crystal as morning dew
And though I sin, I still understand
That all I want is to be part of your plan
Blood so crimson, akin to twilit sky
At last I am free, on angel’s wings I fly
here one minute...this seems now
to be what's true:
do not dread death
toward end of life
because there is
no There anywhere
you'll not Be dead
you'll just be gone
an absent one
no longer here
the mortal throng
to Be no more
where you've not bought
nor caught the fear
from those who claim
to know one thing...
or too much other
you surely see
you cannot mourn
your selfish self
nor must you run
behind your loved one
to your lord
just let them go
and whisper "Yes"
prepare to miss
as you should
the one whom has now
come up missing
there'll be a day
when you'll be gone
though you won't know
so - mute the souls
who go before
[more truly need]
but likely sense
there's no beyond...
beyond death's door
one shall not see
one shall not hear
nor feel the calm
nor wonder "Why?"
at all... anymore
llp - dA - aug2014
ReconstructionRibcage turns to lead and thick and iron,
a bastardised alloy
that grips your lungs like a vice
and patterns welts on to your heart
if it starts to flutter.
Skull turns to flint and gasoline and matchstick,
a raging fire against your brain,
that makes you sweat electricity
and blow smoke from between your teeth,
and your eyes roll back to watch the light show.
Stomach turns to cement and grit and earth,
churning and setting,
half-formed rock scraping your insides
and carrying you with the slow
rise and fall and rise and fall and rise and fall.
Body tightens and shudders and curls in on itself,
literally breaking your heart,
setting fire to your insides,
churning your stomach just for the rush.
Crescendo blazes in tumultuous turmoil,
rhythm crawling inside of you,
volume increasing, increasing, increasing,
you drop with a scream
and all is quiet and nothing hurts.
EnlightenmentWaking from your dreams
You see life as a gleam of light
Not knowing which way it will reflect
from the mirrors of reality
You struggle with your faith
Your soul has been torn
As you get up, disbelieving in fate and trudging on
You feel a guiding force that mends your soul
and takes you to a world of bliss
Where dreams are anything but dreams
Friend of the God, companion of the paradoxes(Meister Eckhart)
You were born perhaps in the small village of Tambach in Thüring. Your parents were maybe farmers, but we can not know this with absolute certainty any more. In the days of your youth you joined the ordain of Ordo Praedicatorum ie. the Dominican Order in Erfurt. Later on you were chosen as prior in the Dominican Order. Your early latin dissertations emphasize the role of giving away of one's own selfish craving in the spiritual path, uninterestedness for the benefit of the God Almighty. Soon you moved away, you first started to study the sentences in Cologne, then you visited Strassburg and finally you ended up to teach theology in the university of Paris.
In Paris you found the blind spot of the learned scholastics and their Aristotelian sentences: Outside the official church there was a group of poor women, who worshipped Jesus of Nazareth and made various kinds of acts of charity in the name of the Lord together with
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