Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Philosophia























I am but Love's sophisticated hemisphere
where vocals fly and knowledge ends.
Yet in my deepest solitude I fear
there starts true life, the one I understand.

In thousand marble stars are written words

as read by no one else but Thee
who wants to share this Road unknown
to unseen shores behind untravelled seas.

I'll take you to bewilderness,

immensity of your unplumbed soul,
the home of Beauty's tenderness
freed from the shades of earthly trails and roads.

Where mind is no more a captivated tool -

more like a nightingale at dawning meadows
whose song without the words is understood
with listeners in silent contemplation.

I wish not to reveal to all this Bliss

of peeking Sun in early hours of dawn.
In just a blink of an everlasting happiness
I want to keep you as my own.

Or is there such a thing as time,

the attribute of weight and measures?
Your world is above the rules and lines,
the fading horizon of fears and pleasures.

26th of July, 2012

God After Auschwitz

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