Hi Everyone who reads this,
Today is a special day. I have decided to publish this poem.
For some unknown reason, I have postponed the publishing. But I am proud of this work and I want to share it with you.
This is a very long poem, but I believe it is worth reading. I hope you think so too.
Here I go.
Don’t forget to like, comment and share.
And, as always, happy reading!
Sincerely,
Marija M.
‘A fatal idea about a deity
could never be born in nature,
if it didn’t correspond to a certain reality.’
─ Awakened Consciousness, Rastko Petrovic
Dots in softness of the strength of light,
change in the order of smile and heart,
within the scents remind of eternity,
and one temple instilled in everyone by
The Almighty God.
Primarily ─ the end, the first beauty of a woman;
with sharp powerful shadow gathers nightly murmur,
a doll on earth enkindles within;
rime eradiates and gathers the sweat of death ─
The Almighty God.
A tree filled with needles mesmerises the mind of shade, in winter,
when it appears as a youthful rain.
The herald that carries the spring on her smile
succulent stem from the skin of that life,
yes, She is happy dewing over the field,
in birth known for the eternal flight within ─
The Almighty God.
The hues of those birds of paradise, mercy of a colourful hand,
in a flutter of wings and leave without despair.
Upwards the bearhaired expands, grows, trembles;
in overview is mirrored in the drop of the Sun,
He searches in the grass for thin thoughts of ants;
the pristine working nature ─ the statue of a guardian
The Almighty God.
A heap of eiderdown now a scream is cheering a child;
young life like a king’s, near the end a Jester-wise Eden.
And when he blows and takes the fire within
he announces the shield and the Sun ─ sunrise
of the dearest, dearest Guest with a drink for a gift;
the sign and the kindred prevail in amplitude ─
The Almighty God.
The forest and the murmur of waves, rustle of trees,
like laugh and the purple of birth; the eyes seek a view through a hull.
Bright unknown core whose king is now a slave
Light’s edge held by the axeman of night’s enjoyment
A drop of ink and pain falls onto the snow, cry
Circular smile pours over the bottom dew
The Almighty God.
That sign in the haze creates a double image: Raven in a lamp,
a Dove in a hand.
With the eyes of a caliper it tears the environment,
when non-cover uncovers hundredfold triple sight;
the main thing is often a merge of chiasm when you love
the smallest of pebbles strengthened by his touch ─
The Almighty God.
Crossroads of everything ─ my street and May; metal shine of a car,
a sparkle of stars.
With the mist of unwritten kept inside the soul
a woman of brave thoughts and knitted heart;
between the principles She offers a strand
for new understandings a fruit of a basket ─
The Almighty God.
A bridge will always bind two foreign Spaces, when one becomes dark
another is bright from a dream’s light.
Fleece of golden needles summons the truth,
if there is silence in response: halt
of the spin; turnover always in the world;
then form a direction comes a thunder ─
The Almighty God.
Believe in one only made from a multitude; everything is like a soul’s dream
and endless tangle of the mind.
A horn sings the primordial, the aria of being,
as seen in a dream the wakefulness eternal,
all-encompassing thought in a brilliant spark;
the purple glimmers sunrise and its union ─
The Almighty God.
Velvet inside of us with a myriad of shines,
known faces and our faith never dies,
and a steady change takes us upwards, home;
to each their own and a virtue of each is
The Almighty God.
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