RUMO À ORION

12/06/2008


DEDICATÓRIA À VÊNUS URÂNIA


“AQUILO QUE ESTÁ EM SEU CAMINHO

VEM COMO UMA NUVEM QUE ENCOBRE O SOL;

MAS OCULTO POR TRÁS DESSA NUVEM DE IMANÊNCIA

ESTÁ O AMOR...

SOBRE A TERRA... É O AMOR

NO CÉU – É O AMOR

O AMOR QUE FEZ NOVAS TODAS AS COISAS

DEVE SER REVELADO. . .

ESTE É O PROPÓSITO POR TRÁS

DE TODOS OS ATOS

DESTE GRANDE SENHOR DO CONHECIMENTO”

Alice A. Bailey (Psicologia Esotérica)




“Vênus é o alter ego da Terra;

Vênus é para a Terra

O que o Eu Superior é para o homem”


Alice A. Bailey (Um Tratado sobre o Fogo Cósmico)


Inaugurado a 08/08/08


segunda-feira, 6 de junho de 2016

AMENDING FATE





BELOVED VENUS URANIA,
Stuck in the Hall of Ignorance,
I dedicate this poem to You
since this is the moment*
to transmute subtle energies
of a warrior in the Path of Light
...whatever it takes...
so he may be reborn,
with a fiery heart,
peaceful mind,
       and harmonious expression.....

Ocean Breeze
*According to Kathy Newburn


AMENDING FATE
by warrior Michael StarCrow Gaeta


Atonement in the lucid frequency of grace,
Displayed out as humility's sage.



Reverent discord tween solar precipitation.

Hallowed born in twilight vision.

Forge minute surrogate,

of a temple's patient overture...



Death as epitome to the progenitor's incarceration,

worn down in idle abstraction.

Through superfluous enmity, 

across the span of ageless moors.

Into missive pleas regailing,

a herald...



Synergistic euphoria,

a beacon resonant,

in double trine strand, upheld.



Viscid remnants of a polarized cue,

lay hastened a residual Mesmer.

Within a tempered pulse,

resurrected epiphany.

Bellows of the witness spiral into...



A spirit tenacious,

envelops the chord sworn.

Seismic effigy forges a dissolute meandering,

as within holy illumination exhales.




Piercing simulacrum,

ardent harmony reborn."

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IMMEDIATE COMMENTARY BY
POET MUHAMMAD SHANAZAR SHANAZAR
from Pakistan
(June 6, 2016, at 8:45 pm)


"AMENDING FATE"

"Though inevitable are the writings,
Of fate, of divine moving hands,
Yet wishful efforts, tears of sincerity,
Heaving of burning serious sighs,
And mere a look of a saintly 'woman',
May make mild Prudent Authority,
Who knows well the end,
And when and where is to amend."



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