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Author: Brigitta Bali

poema profana

PARIS

mater amabilis

mater admirabilis

mater boni consilii

PARIS

spectatum iustitiae

sedes sapientiae

causa nostrae laetitiae

PARIS

vas spirituale

vas honorabile

vas insigni devotionis

PARIS

rosa mystica

turris davidica

turris eburnea

PARIS

domus aurea

foederis arca

janua coeli

de propundis …

BLOW





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 

Mevlâna Jalâluddîn RUMI

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 

MORNING PINK

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!

EVENING BLUE

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.........

DIVINE

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.

HOMECOMING

         
          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: 

WE ARE

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 

“I”

"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

JESUS

        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