Perhaps ,we must accept the dawn harvest with a pure heart
taking the path with the clear soul of a wise child .
Picking ,sublime flowers ,the fragrance ,
remain open to message that reason cannot convey ,
and believe the miracles do exist ,simply because
we perceive them in the angel's smile and a passer-by eyes ...
Perhaps ,to be a believer ,beyond the religion,
a seer who understand only the void of the whole .
Accept your destiny as an open book on a divine score
that dies and reborn in its echo .
The emotional kid of illusions will be healed ,
the stream of madness doused itself in the warmth of the atre...
Journey through a single moment of grace
where a constellation in time, blossoms
into the virgin's mantle, unfathomable bouquet !
Then the mystery will be revealed ,
universal communion ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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The sublimity of simply "being" is incredible in this poem. You have captured something so fundamental, and yet so enigmatical. If we can just let it be, everything falls into place, and we find harmony. You are a seer of pure truth my friend.
You know, I'm just a transmitter receiver of things that go beyond my humble self !
Listen the music in the mantle of the virgin of Guadalupe !
It is a poetic expression of gaining wisdom and discovering what is beyond ordinary perception. A pure heart, a pure soul, faith and openness to mysterious messages, finding joy and grace in the simple moments of life.
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