TEN WHITE BEADS – The Fourth Bead


TEN  WHITE BEADS – Always We Begin Again

(With Commentary by Christen Lore Weber)

“…I wash myself with snow water…”

-Job 9.30

iv

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i lift my howling voice beyond emptiness into falling stars

where she who burns darkly awakens young lovers dreaming

floating within silver clouds embracing fragile mountain tops

or drifting upon mists in hidden valleys filled with still waters

here sounds the silver fluidity of my beloved singing within me

 

a watery halo embracing the silvery moon lost in the purple night

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Commentary:

The mystic poet circles within circles within circles…endlessly. Here is evoked the mystery of the white beads, the living rosary, the ecstasy of love–human and divine. Here the mystic poet echoes Dante’s complaint: “My pen leapeth.” Words piled on top of words would never be sufficient to communicate the effect of love upon the soul. It is the velvet darkness becoming one with shimmering light while neither is diminished. Here is the divine intercourse and union of spirits, in which the heart is broken and made whole, at once, in a flash, in a breath, in a kiss.

-CLW

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