Archive for March, 2008

Rest Your Dream In My Dream

Monday, March 31st, 2008

Allow The Universe To Shower You With Love

And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
                     Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
   The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

                 No one else, love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
                       we will go together, over the waters of time.
         No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
                   only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

         Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
               your eyes closed like two grey wings, and I move

   after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
           Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.

~Pablo Neruda~

Stardust

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

From The Aberdeen Bestiary

Monday, March 24th, 2008

From The Aberdeen Bestiary

Phoenix Rising

ee tahneu wah

From The Aberdeen Bestiary
http://www.abdn.ac.uk/bestiary/index.hti


avis in locis Arabie perhibetur degere, atque eam\ usque ad annos quingentos longeva etate procede\ re. Que cum sibi finem vite esse adverterit, facit\ sibi [de] thecam de thure et mirra et ceteris odo\ ribus in quam impleto vite sue tempore intrat\ et moritur. De cuius humore carnis exurgit ver\ mis paulatimque adolescit, ac processu statuti tem\ poris, induit alarum remigia, atque in superioris a\ vis speciem formamque reparatur. Doceat nos igitur\ hec avis vel exemplo sui resurrectionem credere\ que et sine exemplo et sine rationis perceptione ip\ sa sibi insignia resurrectionis instaurat, et utique\ aves propter hominem sunt non homo propter avem.\ Sit igitur exemplum nobis quia auctor et creator\ avium\ sanctos suos\ imperpe\ tuum peri\ re non pas\ sus, resur\ gentem\ eam sui\ semine\ voluit\ reparari.\ Quis igitur huic\ annunti\ at diem\ mortis ut faciat sibi thecam et impleat eam bo\ nis odoribus atqe ingrediatur in eam et moriatur

Translation

is said to live in places in Arabia and to reach the great age of five hundred years. When it observes that the end of its life is at hand, it makes a container for itself out of frankincense and myrrh and other aromatic substances; when its time is come, it enters the covering and dies. From the fluid of its flesh a worm arises and gradually grows to maturity; when the appropriate time has come, it acquires wings to fly, and regains its Previous appearance and form.

Let this bird teach us, therefore, by its own example to believe in the resurrection of the body; lacking both an example to follow and any sense of reason, it reinvests itself with the very signs of resurrection, showing without doubt that birds exist as an example to man, not man as an example to the birds.

Let it be, therefore, an example to us that as the maker and creator of birds does not suffer his saints to to perish forever, he wishes the bird, rising again, to be restored with its own seed. Who, but he, tells the phoenix that the day of its death has come, in order that it might make its covering, fill it with perfumes, enter it and die

Solitary Soul

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Once A Solitary Soul, Always A Solitary Soul

A solitary soul,
Slow dancing to your song,
A magical place,
Where there is no wrong,

A place of memories,
struggling for air,
A solitary soul,
Learning to share.

Blinded by your love,
In my solitary mind,
Lifted up in your energy,
This solitary can find,

An awakening in my soul,
In the vastness of this void,
Walls came tumbling down,
From that which was destroyed.

Then you held my hand,
Slow dancing to your song,
At that moment in time,
Together we were strong.

Then doubt and fear arose,
Walls were built back up.
A solitary soul again,
One last drink from the cup.

A solitary soul,
Is always meant to be.
Sometimes led astray,
By memories to see.

Back to the place,
Where this soul belongs,
Always the solitary,
Whispering songs,

From past to present,
A whisper may be heard,
From this solitary soul,
An encouraging word,

As I then fly away,
Into the stars,
To the solitary world,
Traveling afar.

Forever and a day,
I will concede,
The solitary soul I am,
Will always precede.