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mater amabilis
mater admirabilis
mater boni consilii
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spectatum iustitiae
sedes sapientiae
causa nostrae laetitiae
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vas spirituale
vas honorabile
vas insigni devotionis
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rosa mystica
turris davidica
turris eburnea
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domus aurea
foederis arca
janua coeli
de propundis clamavi
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stella matutina
Cold and dark around everywhere only the flames of world-fire rage far behind the planet-cage The beast of our past is grunting Mortal fires of greed and lies lethal fires of wasted lives Ghostly black holes hunting sunlight the globe is a war-fed giant graveyard OUR DREAMS ARE GONE! How to dream of faith and peace How to dream of lasting love in the eye of bloodstorm We have to learn to dream again like barenaked winter trees standing tall in windy snowfall dream about fresh spring-leaves When all tears change to glowflies in a savage night of sadness death will make us free IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE? ,,,,I can only hear the wind playing with the hair of the dead,,,,
In the truth of revelation I breathe and live with inspiration. Dusty dreams – beamy beauty I am both: full and faulty I don’t turn back to sleep like a lamb or a sheep –
I ENTER THE DOOR.
Back to my core: LOVE
I am not alone! In my soul a loon cruises, Red Balloon... I am not alone! The evening blue has gone calmly, no harm done. I am not alone! Solid like a bone, glowing Holy Moon. I am not alone! Hail, Sun, I don't mourn, for beauty I was born! Braided beams: your fond arms tenderly hold my life. Heavenly bond.
Moonlight soul's ...............Love-blossoms... Monsoon slowly blows ...............through hollows, shallow holes. Yell, November, cry! ...............Life is just a sigh... Thanks for giving .............. Thanks for getting Thanks for letting me fly. ...............Forgiving..... forgetting..... .........GOoD bye.........
I am the wave and the ocean, I am the tree and the wood. I am the lack and completion, I am the peace in the cod. I am the ONE in all motion, The ONLY You within Me: God.
Still in a daze, we dream of a life filled with abuse, anger and strife. Swans, head up high, plenty of pride, the water is pure, the Sun is their bride. Souls are alike: noble grace, wild yearning for love, craving for guide to enter the glade - its breeze as a bright lantern of peace, free flying kite - where there is no fear, there is no fight, where united as ONE, All becomes LIGHT.
We are the Black Swans turning pale We are the Resurrection of the Frail We are the Universe of fairy dreams We are the Gold Spirit of honey bees We are the Innocent Fools and more We are ALL parts of the WHOLE We are the BLISS never known before The MIRACLE we're waiting for
"I" is ALL we are before we die... ...between soil and sky... "I" - soul with a sigh... "I" & the Lord have a bond to be healed in a fond embrace of death
J aded hope-filled cosmic flood. E yes, glued to eternity, S ee but rubin sea of blood. U ndried tears of light: a mild S ong of Love planted in me... J oyfully winging the wind, E ndlessly swinging the ring, S un of Serenity, link U s to Peace beneath the silk S ecret of Bliss: Happiness!