Earthly voids & Spiritual quest, Echo Muses

A Shading Response

After the subsiding of the color shock,
granite grey spills into my day
As liquid rock passes through these lens,
and up to mercury,
to surge the cerebellum bay

Panic flutters in my hearth of garnet consumption
Held a mudra to feel the rhythm
Within that upper mantle — a wild outcry
Some bottled up words burn brighter

You possess the flood
Let’s interrupt our patterns
For we our interdependent

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“Evening Song” by Gottfried Keller

Eyes my dear little windows,
Give me a little longer the fairest glows of vision
Be kind, let the images in,
For someday you shall grow dim!

No sooner shall the light have ceased
And the tired lids close than the soul shall have peace;
She will fumbling take off her walking shoes
And lay her down in the coffin’s gloom.

Still, she will see two glimmering sparks,
Like two little stars in the inner dark,
‘ Till they, too, waver and finally die,
As though by the wing of a butterfly

And still will I roam in the evening fields,
With only the sinking star for a friend;
Drink in, oh eyes, all your lashes can hold
Of the golden abundance of the world!

For Hermann Rorchach, a light dimmed out to soon.

Art Gustva Klimt

 

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Imprints: The Alchemist 

 “Treasure is uncovered by the force of flowing water and it is buried by the same currents.” ~  Paulo Coelho 

The rising and falling

spiral flame in sky

the esper dives

immersion of synergy 

spreading a warm-cloud, of alchemy; glitter 

into a mountain, upside down figure, the esperance, decompressed 

into the ocean bed
 

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Imprints: “Blessed Longing”

Tell no one else, only the wise

For the crowd will sneer at one

I wish to praise what is fully alive,

What longs to flame toward death.

 

When the calm enfolds the love-nights

That created you, where you have been created

A feeling from the Unknown steals over you

While the tranquil candle burns.

 

You remain no longer caught

In the peneumbral gloom

You are stirred and new, you desire

To soar to higher creativity.

 

No distance makes you ambivalent 

You come on wings, enchanted

In such a hunger for light, you

Become the butterfly burnt to nothing

 

So long as you have not lived this:

To die is to become new,

You remain a gloomy guest

On the dark earth.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe.

 

 

 

 

 

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