Sprouts of Creation: Maximus II

Friday, January 10, 2014

Maximus II

Why should I break myself in pieces

ever, and ever again

Why should I get into the chaos

if it's not my life, which has to gain?

Why should I walk the tormenting path

When the thorns of flowers lay by it's side?

Who's going to give me his hand

If it devours me, this lonely stride!

There is a penchant in me to break

and I don't care, as to what it takes

I feel good as I gloriously display my arm

and show up the blood that it rakes

You know when do I feel free?
when the glossed amateur fears me.

For he's unaware of the dearth of life,

and it's capacity to hear his plea.

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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.