a black black rose
(an ecstatic rhapsody of mary, creatrix and mediatrix)
“…Henceforth charity, without losing any of its compassion, will attain its full meaning….”
-Teillard de Chardin
dark am i
yet lovely
children of old jerusalem
as tents of nubian jasmine
darker than the tombs of pharohs
res miranda
behold you look upon a wonder
more illusive than quicksilver my love is still
crossing over all are transfigured
transeamus
do you dare stare upon me just because i am dark
my darkness burns more radiantly through time
even before israel other prophets prepared my way
my innocence cannot be violated nor my mystery unveiled
res miranda
behold you look into a mirror
more illusive than quicksilver my love is still
crossing over all are mortified
transeamus
i am always surrendering my profession to you today
as you worship yours become the eyes haunting the fearful
for all those seeking refuge in yesterday and tomorrow
the moment of freedom
my unfallen sons and daughters
is this fugitive moment
nunc temporis fluens
res miranda
behold you look upon mystery
more illusive than quicksilver my love is still
crossing over all is crucified
transeamus
just now my immaculate heart floods the abyss
drowning all who resist the way within the way
sorrow within bliss becoming bliss beyond sorrow
numinous gems
secret incantations
forbidden fruits
unfulfilled dreams
res miranda
behold you see me just as i am
more illusive than quicksilver my love is still
crossing over all are consecrated
transeamus
thirsting
my heart unquenchable
my love always unrequitable
sacrificing my virginity
innocence redeeming all creatures
as i am in all creatures all creatures are in me
the uncreated reincarnating in each becoming all
darker than coal
i am the flame of mercy
the refining fire
licking all hearts wounded by love
a diamond
at the heart of a black black rose
res miranda
behold watching over you i am
more illusive than qucksilver my love is still
crossing over all are transformed
transeamus
i am darker still
ever more lovely
progeny of new jerusalem
than the tents of rahab
darker than the robes of solomon
as my heart is always already yours
so your love is already always mine
drifting within the seamless canopy beyond the stars
forever and always my compassion is carrying you home
res miranda
alleluia
transeamus
allelulia
amen
mark emmanuel christopher valentine
(© october 25, 2005)
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Nice even flow very nice write
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…namaste, sacred warrior…^^~~~~~
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creative thoughts.
wow.
beautiful poem.
keep it up.
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…and here we thought ourselves to be unalone…we return to this space within space to find ourselves being wow-struck by what the thunder said…dayata, dayadhvam, damyata…shanti, shanti, shant…namaste…^^~~~~~
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how r u? strange to discover a connection i did not knows perhaps still exists?
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dark and interesting!
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…your love inspires me to not stop writing mystical poetry that comes from ever deeper within my hart of hart…shanti, shanti, shanti…further up & further in…^^~~~~~
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Full of imagery and deep meanings. I like the way this poems flows. Thanks for sharing.
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…come follow me…further up and further into love loving love…^^~~~~~
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REVEALING AND APPEALING
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gassho…sacred warrior…my hart of hart is full….^^~~~~~
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…colluding & alluding…^^~~~~~
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your writing intrigues me.. It flows perfectly yet still leaves much to the mind.. 🙂
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…poetry is the wisdom of the hart whsipering to the curiosity of the… it brings us into harmony without our higher self and manisfests as compassion in the world…further up & further in…^^~~~~~
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