Sprouts of Creation: Mistress

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Mistress

It reverberates in my conscience
the aroma of your being
Even if the distances are a few thousand kilometers
My love has not lost it's sheen

I still wonders at the capacity of my heart
to keep you deeply instilled in my thoughts
and the impulsive acute cry of pain,
even if I am very sure you are not lost

You'll return, I know,
you'll not retain your happiness in my distress
but these moments of longing that I feel
make me believe you'd always be my soul's mistress!

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Agni-varsha

Agni-varsha; the rain of fire, one often forgets that fire purifies as it consumes, and the rain nourishes as it wets your body, your being; whilst ashes was the story of a consumption, Agni-varsha is the story of purification. It's the story a man and a woman who remained apart, who never came together because they were above separation, but they were still not apart; their souls were related, there was a strong connection; stronger than the mightiest steel, for it did not have a form, it wasn't made of matter, it was made of purity, of energy that governs this cosmos, of the energy of fire and that of the rains. Energy that links us all, the energy that nourishes our soul; only the intensity was other-worldly, only the power to conjoin cosmic in its origin.

Sprouts of creation is my obligation to fire. To its very nature to connect. For even if it apparently separates, it dissolves in itself the different forms to amalgamate, it helps fusion, it produces a new form, a stronger and a pure form, a form that is divine in its true sense.