autumns symphonies – FOUR QUARTETS Third Quartet


third quartet – that white wolfe

 

“…the logos of the hart master refines freedom…”

                                    -dafree whitewolfe

 fq5

 

thank you mirabai for loving me as i am

 

these words of yesterday are addressed

to you my dear poet today as in now

 

so today is tomorrow yesterday

 

hearing a white wolfe howling to the moon

seeing moonlight mirroring starlight reflect

 

true love rests beyond redemption

 

addressed these words are

my poet to your readers

 

wield the bright sword of love’s faithfulness

 

for now we must come to comfortable rest

as wilde rivers are tamed by wide valleys

as the white wolfe submits to the sacred packe

love cannot abandon its quest for love

 

take up your cross and slaughter god’s pure lamb

 

for now freedom is devotional service

as the antelope serves the panther

as the panther serves the tribal shaman

all creatures feed on such gentle darkness

 

love devours darkness revealing love

 

victory arises out of defeat

as patient sands purify restless water

through stillness the wolfe approaches its kill

transformation is the source of contentment

 

what does such sacrifice discover

 

my beloved’s song is still arising

victorious words of capitulation

lower love is higher love’s minstrel

 

come to comfortable rest in my beloved’ s song

listen to the song you are composing

 

leave all answers behind and follow love

until we know our faces as they are

we are not ready for the truth of love

the end of all quests is to start again

love’s martyr must transcend love’s martyrdom

the story is love’s redemption of love

 

gently it carves away at our darkness

chiseling bleeding hearts out of living stone

 

softer than spring clouds pregnant with warm rain

we become the hand wielding love’s true sword

knowing the way to transcend unknowing

we become the keen and transparent edge

 

 

as a white wolfe slumbering in the snow

a patient child rests within the virgin womb

as a snow swan awaiting silver dawn

divine inspiration is found in silence

as snowflakes pile into drifts of snowflakes

we pile metaphors on metaphors that love

that one wolfe man may sing the next swan song

wisdom is love only love is freedom

 

at the transparent edge where stars are born

old lovers watch older lovers dancing

children hide in castles of fire and ice

a darkening sun surrenders his throne

divinity bows to a sacred hart

white arms of swirling stardust pirouette

into an embrace of integral darkness

so mourning we become the rejoicing

 

pick up the sharper blade of keener love

announcing these words

beloveds we are you

 

we come to sweet rest in an empty cave

we are that song that white stallion prancing

the bolder wisdom of a higher love

love shining from beyond all boundaries

silver hooves scattering hope and starlight

 

thank you beloved for loving us first

fq6

of nothing something evasive is born

forming nothingness form becomes something

something forming something becomes nothing

of nothing, an illusive mystery

 

a new messiah born of higher love

arising from jerusalems’s ashes

love arises into what lies beyond

 

beloved in my ending is my beginning

in you we are that all that i am becoming

(© february 20, 2003, revised november 29, 2006)

(© revision 07 juni 2014 by chrétien marc valentin)

 

(quartet iv follows)

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