“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
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.
He inspired the depths of so many artists and empathize with so many downhearted. Made us soar with new understandings of the conditions of the heart.
This week so much was lost. I’ve felt like my whole being has hit rock face and I’m slowly sliding down…granite by granite imbedded…this is what I’ve gained .
Heartache weighs you down but this is what expected when you full of desires and love. It all fades eventually, but I believe the memory can be everlasting because memories don’t have to change.
Thank you Leonard Cohen, for your voice and what you shared with the ones that were listening.
Here comes the winter
Hope Sandoval’s melodic wispy new songs
Turn me back, Turn me forward
It’s an open treasure
Full Album Here:
Youtube: one song