Quo Vadis Maria Infinity?

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The sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls
Of me, of me

In the garden of her love I'll stay awhile
To be, to be
What the seeds of her thoughts once mean to me
Come see, come see

Visions of paradise, cloudless skies I see
Rainbows on the hill, blue onyx on the sea
Come see, ah, ah, ah

And the sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes, makes waterfalls
Of me, of me

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A Heavenly Moment
Written March 12th 1985

A song blows in the trees
And the dew of peace falls
To the Earth.
Whispers of love kiss the breeze
My heart sings its birth.

The morning sun shines
Warm in my eyes
And with the Word I am fed
Free by Truth and lost of lies
My wings of life
No longer dead.

I will fly as far as
East is West
With the Truth at hand
In the Earth I will rest
Only to be born again
To stand!​

 

Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved you!

Lo, you were within, but I outside, seeking there for you, and upon the shapely things you have made I rushed headlong I, misshapen.

You were with me, but I was not with you.
They held me back far from you, those things which would have no being, were they not in you.

You called, shouted, broke through my deafness; you flared, blazed, banished my blindness; you lavished your fragrance,

I gasped; and now I pant for you; I tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst;
you touched me, and I burned for your peace.
Is not human life on earth a time of testing?

St Augustine of Hippo, Confessions


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Friday the 13th​

September 13, 2013 at 10:19am


Morning falls in thickness

Her heavy air, Grey

Diamonds scintillating in

The dawn sky

Haze of centuries lay over

The city like a blanket

Fog of endings

The silence pierced by

Raven caw

Black Beaked and carrion feasted

Mother of all

Dove winged she bleeds white

The thirteenth tribe gathers

We came to start a fire

Do not pretend to know me

Or from where I come

Gather around our corpses

And see what flesh the saints eat.



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THE TWO TREES
by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
ELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

 

So beautiful faeries are! I could watch them for hours.

 

Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love​

Do not mention the name of love,
O my simple-minded companion.
Strange is the path
When you offer your love.
Your body is crushed at the first step.

If you want to offer love
Be prepared to cut off your head
And sit on it.
Be like the moth,
Which circles the lamp and offers its body.
Be like the deer, which, on hearing the horn,
Offers its head to the hunter.
Be like the partridge,
Which swallows burning coals
In love of the moon.
Be like the fish
Which yields up its life
When separated from the sea.
Be like the bee,
Entrapped in the closing petals of the lotus.

Mira's lord is the courtly Giridhara.
She says: Offer your mind
To those lotus feet.


Mirabai

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I am mad with Love​

I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
Only the wounded
Understand the agonies of the wounded,
When the fire rages in the heart.
Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel,
Not the one who lets it go.
In pain I wander from door to door,
But could not find a doctor.
Says Mira: Harken, my Master,
Mira's pain will subside
When Shyam comes as the doctor.

Mirabai


Markandeya Krishna by Nisachar on deviantART

Note: Shyam is another name for Krishna and means dark​