By Ruzica Matic
I went to see a fortune teller,
a fate weaver with magic words.
I wanted her to read my future,
to tell me of shifting worlds.
I went to kiss the river goodbye,
to part the water with my lips.
I wanted the current to take my sins
and move my anchored ships.
I went to tickle the sleeping flowers,
to rouse the delicate petals, so white.
I wanted them to feel the Sunlight,
and never fear the coming night.
Full poem here
Art: Wishing Well by Moonglowlilly
“Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of
Your spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul’s deed?
Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?
Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,
And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love
Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter.
Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart’s every beat and affection…”
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By Sri Aurobindo
Bride of the Fire, clasp me now close,
Bride of the Fire!
I have shed the bloom of the earthly rose,
I have slain desire.
Beauty of the Light, surround my life,
Beauty of the Light!
I have sacrificed longing and parted from grief,
I can now bear thy delight.
Image of Ecstasy, thrill and enlace,
Image of Bliss!
I would see only thy marvelous face,
Feel only thy kiss.
Voice of Infinity, sound in my heart,
Call of the One!
Stamp there thy radiance, never to part,
O living Sun.
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By Cosmic Dreamer
As sleep envelopes the mind, dreams commence,
The artist within paints the landscape of my dream.
A fantasy land of lush green grass and fresh summer blooms,
My spirit warmed by the golden rays of sunlight.
It is neither night nor day, but a timeless twilight,
A time that exists between the waking and the sleeping world.
My life’s story unfolds upon this canvas of painted dreams,
My hopes and fears, my loneliness, my dreams and all my desires.
All I have ever been, all that I could ever be,
A timeless portrait of a dreamer’s deepest desires…
Image via crispyclicks
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