MEANDERING FATE

WHILE YOU AMEND YOUR FATE
I MEANDER WITH MINE...

Wounded soldier

who intends to leave

without having arrived

clown or sage

it matters not

to you I offer

my hearth

prolapsed uterus

in distant shore

moon lit sky

the southern cross

fuelled by empty words

of past memories

giving birth

to nothing?

wishful thinking!

wasted dreams?

vivid reality…

fear, I dare you

to stay – in joy

filling my cup with wine

 

exchanging laps

kissing faces

embracing

known and unknown

unrepentant

ungrateful

yet full of grace

see new start

in west horizon

twin-flame eagles

searching territory

to build nest

and lay orphic eggs

warming up beaks…

in winter colds

an icy ghost

opera phantom

pretends to be

comforting

surprised he is

with our open arms

while a long trail

of sorrows unfolds

the dark side

is transmuted…

the clown watches

with a formless face

an observer also stands

steady in the light

three ready to see

wounded heart

still longing

to feel embrace

kissing forms

what a waste

of sage´s fate

with lonely mate

searching for more

starry serum

swimming through

double path

up and down

surfacing – diving

in perfect order

seeking caresses

from the sun

rose scents

for the Beloved

eager to meet her

and touch hearth

waters are deep

waves uncertain

balance is urgently needed

between Alpha and Omega

sharing broken hearts

must weave tapestry

together and in silence

with perceptive will

finding harmony by

mastering reality

taking responsibility

for oneself

and for the other

objectively

a possible dream unravels

showing justice and order

working side by side

a guiding principle

functions between

idealistic expectations

and earthly feasibility

finally reaching balance

inside the octahedron

the octave of Vita´s smile

is absorbed…fairness

and loving-kindness for all

reasonable decisions made

followed by peace and poise

the known - unknown

soldier lowly questions

when can we meet again

believing not still

in the power of love

realizing not – the reality

of their connectedness

look at your bootstraps

from a distance

your phoenix wings

again doomed to fire

the yoga of Lord Agni

is needed to purify

our deepest wounds

if you want to keep

flying, reaching earth

without recognizing

presence of antique friends

an unseen future

will be projected

by your piercing vision

if you seek however

the sacred centre

and develop love

deep inside

no longer inhaling

discontentedness

rebirth is assured

deeper sorrows

are still to be

revealed and

transcended

by the phantom

but there is no time

to be wasted

although eternity

prevails in the field

white wolves wait

forevermore serene

with placid eyes´ gaze

coming from

distant ocean shores

the sea of sorrows

bubbles with heat

and often freezes

allowing the plateau

to be built

by the slayer

of the real

she secretly plans

to burn worn out words

and ashes spread

into unknown soil

of Abadiania

healing wounds

from wombs of mothers

Oh dearest Father of mine

what mysterious path

must be tenderly

shared with the clown

who listens attentively

while close is the sage

waiting to sleep?

the Poetry of God

as revealed by Sarasvati

is the constant theme of love

bringing malleability

the turtle is no longer

upside down and

She is receiving flowers

He seems to prefer

continued flight walk in tandem

away from his awesome cave.

although fate has decreed

the hour is now

with a finger´s snap

one can change the course

the warm loving earth

remains open and sattvic

not so much anxious for the

unprecedented visit

of the Prince of Ethers

but it matters when he comes

and silence is joy when roses arrive

somewhere he is

in a distant star…

a harmonious story

was be told instead

perhaps not to be written

but carefully saved

as a manuscript of love

a love unconditionally

displayed with harmonious

sounds of zephyrs and breezes

oneiric rhymes carefully

surfaced by the lonely friends

their mantric sighs

feel like balms for light warriors

the wine was served and sipped

One Taste followed…

SIMULACRUM ET VERITAS NOS SUNT

By Ocean Breeze