Gazebo chitchat

Terrific is the horror of your hopes-
Hanging like fruits above your dizzy head-
as you trying to set a course
[a slalom]
among the rocks of destiny…

The dried up garden is ready to be set up
in flames…hungry flames are eager
to consume the offspring of the journey.

Black is the face of you trial period.

[Unpleasant the spider web but so skillfully crafted;
…there are many holes into your mind and tiny thoughts are slipping through.
Around your feet they splash with wonder and droplets are launching to the barren earth.]

The hole is longing for our presence.
Deprived of it is screaming for deliverance
So…

[The garden is still dead]

We descended into the Darkness
To find the Light, to be the Light…
Alas! How could we?
We forgot, we lost our connection with our Light,
in our journey through the eons.

We became physical to break free,
to assist in mining out from others the knowledge of how to
shatter free the shell of illusions.

[How could we be so arrogant?]

We believed it was mandatory
to inhabit a nightmare,
in a quest for a dream,
in order to unearth the power of love and truth

[Who’s truth?]

we committed crimes…
we committed sins…
in order to be free we invented chains….

[Always safe with an alibi]

Heavy grey clouds are gathering
into a shameful empty sky…
The sun is long gone…seduced by the moon; no wonder.

Vision is blurred by mistrust and guilt-thrice the world has turned-
bereft from emotions the carcass is full of parasites…
A parallel world lost into desire
addicted with flesh consumption.

Nests are destroyed and birds are annoyed
Eyes lost in the void devoured by the curse of everlasting joy;
the soil still thirsty, still inert, still barren…

And many have lost the way
Even more have been altered
transformed into beings without purpose
easily manipulated
turned into equipment suitable for handling.

[Who you thing you are anyway…]

Divine echoes from the feminine are crisscrossing the vast emptiness of the lost souls
the roses are mingled with the ivy into a hybrid of hope.
The divine fruits are hanging full and ripe…

[Fertility is ready to explode from the sacred caves bringing an unrivalled flourish]

I am giving you the grapes
Is in your feet to make wine…

27/10/05