Posts tagged “poetry

Scarlet Dream

rune-t

(Flickr – Red Heart by Rune T)

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Fields of waterfalls require faith.
Yet, I don’t fear crossings.
I believe in your embrace!
And time is our gift.

We were before the winds essence.
On such veil remains the comet’s core.
If a journey is a condition
I’ll inscribe all the steps until the end.

Every rebirth demands memory.
And I weave the shroud of red stones
into thin moonlight petals
yearning the kisses that fulfil your heart.

Myths of lust stay at bay
as I chase the twilight centaur,
hoping to deserve wisdom words
and return to the pleasure of your curves

My dream?
The scarlet thing in you is my dream.

 

in SubstanceS


Certainty

man-in-the-uni

If you can not find order in chaos,
you are not in the universe!

Se não consegues encontrar a ordem no caos,
não estás no universo!


Brevidade / Briefness

open arms, originally uploaded by xgray.

 

a metodologia profana é o desvendar dos dedos.
frágil meio que versa a comunhão do Ser
sem perceber que a coexistência
é um labirinto de vaidades rendilhadas,
albergando breves compassos
plenos de momentos individualizados.

vozes são erigidas diariamente para a subsistência das duas esculturas,
mas é semanalmente que se contraem os voos.

planicies são ilusão.
não há cornucópias na dobra do horizonte.
e, no regaço do declive, os estios serão sempre sazonais.

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the profane methodology is the unveiling of fingers.
frail medium about the fellowship of being
unaware that coexistence is a maze of laced vanities,
harboring brief compasses
filled with individual moments.

daily voices are raised to the livelihoods of the two sculptures,
but it’s weekly that flights are constricted.

plains are illusions.
there’re no cornucopias on the horizon bends.
and, in the slope’s lap, summers will always be seasonal.


Dia da Mãe / Mother’s Day


IMG_4104, originally uploaded by vfswa.

 

Num segundo,
um som,
uma anunciação:
choras!
e existes para o mundo.

Ao ver-te,
com ternura, recebe-te
e no silêncio duma prece,
[a Deus] agradece.

Mãe!
Num momento de dor
gera
a vida com amor.

Mãe!
Haverá alguma sensação
que ofereça maior protecção?

 

In a second,
one sound,
an announcement:
one cry!
life borns into the world.

Seeing you,
with tenderness, welcomes you
and in a silent prayer,
[God] thanks.

Mother!
in a moment of pain
generates
life with love.

Mother!
Is there some sensation
that offers greater protection?


Passages


blue door, originally uploaded by Zé Eduardo….

 

new doors are born every day.
quiet, awaiting the fingertips grasp.

but inside us, blood is old.
only wind has permission to rejuvenate it.

the way to the darkness core is changing!
wind is time between doors
and doors must be shut.

that’s the essence of rebirth!

existence is an opening movement
that lingers in relativity.

back?
none will return.

in Substance(S)

 


Absence

 
Earth, originally uploaded by Britt601.

 

No supervision will rise again!
Except the Sun.
                                 Until next night.

Is light concrete
or mere rotation achievement?

Does the sky really change?

Beyond the edge
dark matter rules.
We are a sheer blue dot
surrounded by the vastness of evolution.

If we consider everything
                                                        where’s our significance?

Complete
circumstantial absence
                                                    within existence.

 

in Substance(S)


Still


Sunbeams in the Forest, originally uploaded by algo.

 

Within the Forest of Mysteries,
crossing the corridors of light,
we contemplate the ice caves of the sun.

Such a place favours dreams
where, surrounded by a row of red fire veils,
surfaces the crystal castle.

Yet, I lost myself in time
wandering through sacred passages
searching the green void,
losing the tears of trees.

At the ample and silent edge, I ponder:
How profound is the deep?

And questions are creatures,
simple and quiet,
making the shallow core of the rain
inside yesterday’s breeze.

Perhaps the senses are returning to the cradle?

The obscurity is lit by blue torches.
But inside the white pearl collar
there’s no lifeblood or insignia.

Just a soul of unconscious being.

And I still am
                               my own orphan!

in SubstanceS


Meaning

 

Blue flames,
scurries souls.

Sandstorms and blights,
lamb’s wool and movies sounds.

Yet opulent,
every fundamental notion is drained.
Ruby mountains are no more!

Gone with the rain,
nothing remains in celluloid.

Drifts of green soil?
Desert lakes.

Irrelevant pieces of desire!

 

in Substance(S)


Vozes d’outros (13)

I HAVE SUCH A TEACHER

“Last night my teacher thaught me the lesson of poverty,
having nothing and wanting nothing.

I am a naked man standing inside a mine of rubies,
clothed in red silk.
I absorb the shining and now I see the ocean,
bilions of simultaneous motions
moving in me.
A circle of lovely, quiet people
becomes de ring on my finger.

Then the wind and thunder of rain on the way.
I have such a teacher.”

 

RUMI (1207-1273)


Look at … within

Look at the immense
                                            gap ahead.

Am I lost in the divine?

Belonging to this void
or dreaming in another place?

Look at the fractures
                                            of time.

There’s no continuum.
Where have gone the eras and all past life’s?

Look at the consequence
                                                 of being,
                                                 earthly essence.

Did you found your awareness?

Look at …
               … the reverse mirror within.

Are you real emptiness?

 

in Substance(S)


In between

Lunar Eclipse, upload feito originalmente por Dim Horizon Studio.

 

In between moments
or choices,
I remain quiet,
awaiting the silence
                                                                 of existence.

But we’re born
before the winds of time.
Nothing blows.
Everything is
                                                              unwillingly.

In between moments
or choices …
                                … of life.

 

in Substance(S)

 


Meditação sobre a Morte / Meditation on Death (IV)


Storm, originally uploaded by risquillo.

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Quando uma vida acaba, a dor é inevitável.
No entanto,
as lágrimas são o orvalho do futuro e a lembrança é o sal da vida.

Embora um pouco mais sozinhos, continuaremos.
É assim que homenageamos os mortos e nos unimos mais aos vivos.

Não há morte. Apenas memórias!

O amor manterá o calor da presença,
dentro e entre nós.

When a life ends, grief is inevitable.
Yet,
tears are the dew of the future and remembrance is the salt of life.

Although a little more alone, we will continue.
This is how we honor the dead and unite ourselves more with the living.

There is no death. Only memories!

Love will maintain the warmth of their presence
within and amongst us.

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