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segunda-feira, agosto 14, 2006

The Children of Light

When the world was young, as the grass shimmered with gold; when the light of silver tree and golden leaf made the warmth existence become full, before Sun and Moon where set apart… we were joy, we were pure, we were free… we were… just you, just me.

Hand in hand, over shaded grove and silent tree… delight and joy and naked feet…
Praised the Earth as you came to be… drop of space dressed in flesh… cup of the soul which I drink eagerly…

Smile opened mouths, as the warm crystal life flown from above - filling body, mind and soul – wet peace made within over shaded valley and peak of light… and we danced… and we danced;

Gold and silver as the light filled my eyes… blessed sparks… prayers of pure delight… rising to the expectant sky as the mirror of your eyes made light become alive…

Eyes fully opened to glance… garden’s gates opened wide… moment present is supreme - no past nor future to redeem… no bowed shoulders, no burdens… nothing heavier than a whisper to be carried…

Laughter echoed amongst the planes as hands glided over the new born wheat… and we danced… together… we danced…

Doors burst opened - spheres above, fire within…nowhere here… moment of honey and gold, tasted over smiling lips, lightning eyes fill this sky, grasping hands over waving tides – as wind upon the field of Spring, dancing inside you… and me… the Sea; tides of pleasure… simply being alive, endless joy without “why”… boundless space within and without… out of borders, beyond fiery chasms to hold the running deer as it pounces over the horizon… just you… just me… and the seed of all life in the palm of two hands becoming as one… as two trees interlaced… wisdom of ages brought back to life…

As a Star falling from the Sky I saw the light crashing upon the Earth’s womb…



Outcast, restrained…

The golden light fades, the silver vanes as we look back to the golden glade where embraced and pure – two human beings melt beyond all guilt… now we walk – together, but not as one - as we find our sight clutched to the floor, as shame covered joy, as torment subdued life, as punishment became the rule, as you became other than me…

And we wandered… stranded from the centre of life… thousands, billions… dark entities… so close – never as far.

And we suffered… away of true belonging… smile mocking of others burden – other’s burden as heavy as mine…
And we ignored… upon thrones of self righteousness our cold ass sited, blind Men guiding blind…

Purple and red we fashioned our kingly skin, of cold golden metal and stone we covered the gold within… tombs of white garment upon darkened heart – closed inside walls of fear, with chains of doubt, over locks of punishment…

One thing the Serpent did better – she explained extremely well, why the taste of the fruit was of advantage…

The Sin of God was to be alone for so long.
Used to command the day and night and all, he forgot his own spirit within clay would need more than commands to obey

1 comentário:

Micas disse...

É bom e faz bem ler estas histórias de sabedoria. São lindas e alimentam o espirito.

Abraço Daniel, redondo.