Just a spiritual piece.
Their dark waters form the night.
Far above, flashing stars let us know
We are bathed in Unity, so that
Our sleep may be sound.
In the garden grows a moonflower.
It is white and serene, purified by
The tears of Divinity, and strengthened
By Earth's flesh: the soil.
One child to grow lachrymose at
The coming of dawn, for he sees
The waters passing, and a shallow
Pond forming where once there
Was an ocean.
"How then shall I be baptized?" he asks
The breaking day.
"Through love, my son," it responds.
"And from that warm ablution you
Shall awaken to Paradise, bearing wings."
A light rain begins to descend from a
Hoary sky that is cloudless and sublime.
Time passes like a cortege, proceeding
Slowly into the developing fog of Erebus.
Our path becomes obscure.
Out of the darkness a willow arises.
From its barks and branches emanates
A euphonious drone that allays our troubled hearts.
We float towards the firmament,
Lifted like leaves in the wind.
In the air we behold a child,
Covered by an aureate glow and joyful.
We cry out to him:
"How have you come to this place?"
"Through love, my friends," he answers.
The willow's drone ends, and
Slowly we fall back to Earth,
Landing recumbently in a parterre,
Where the fragrance and beauty of flowers
Lull us to sleep, every moment shining lustrously.
Poetry by M. Gegishov
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Written on 2005-08-06 at 02:46
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In the Parterre
The rivers of eternity flood the sky:Their dark waters form the night.
Far above, flashing stars let us know
We are bathed in Unity, so that
Our sleep may be sound.
In the garden grows a moonflower.
It is white and serene, purified by
The tears of Divinity, and strengthened
By Earth's flesh: the soil.
One child to grow lachrymose at
The coming of dawn, for he sees
The waters passing, and a shallow
Pond forming where once there
Was an ocean.
"How then shall I be baptized?" he asks
The breaking day.
"Through love, my son," it responds.
"And from that warm ablution you
Shall awaken to Paradise, bearing wings."
A light rain begins to descend from a
Hoary sky that is cloudless and sublime.
Time passes like a cortege, proceeding
Slowly into the developing fog of Erebus.
Our path becomes obscure.
Out of the darkness a willow arises.
From its barks and branches emanates
A euphonious drone that allays our troubled hearts.
We float towards the firmament,
Lifted like leaves in the wind.
In the air we behold a child,
Covered by an aureate glow and joyful.
We cry out to him:
"How have you come to this place?"
"Through love, my friends," he answers.
The willow's drone ends, and
Slowly we fall back to Earth,
Landing recumbently in a parterre,
Where the fragrance and beauty of flowers
Lull us to sleep, every moment shining lustrously.
Poetry by M. Gegishov
Read 679 times
Written on 2005-08-06 at 02:46
Tags Wonder
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