I, flying Phoenix
4 November 2015
I walked into Love
Fearful, aligning my steps
A timid creature
.
Love watched me serene
Blowing at me with her winds
Playfully sowing
.
I walked in bubble
Made of the finest white glass
The texture of frost
.
Love picked at me slow
Her pecking bird of heavens
Slow delivery
.
The silent tremors
As she hovered around me
Oh the knees that shake!
.
I craned slight my neck
She drew blood with her sharp fangs
The bloodied retreat
.
.
I watched her now scared
Loathing her slight ugly form
Recollecting wits
.
Butterfly hovers
Caterpillar a mere slug
Loathing slimy trail
.
Love cast at me rocks
Hurling all within without
Sheared me, set me free
.
Naked and exposed
With my last shuddering sighs
I bowed to her slight
.
At last she then smiled
Mother and Father embraced
They showed me true Flames
.
Fire all consumed
From ashes I then emerged
I, flying Phoenix
.
The process of your own creation could be a distorted one if you do not listen carefully to the rain and do not understand correctly the synchronicities
Sacrifice is in leaving the greater for the greatest knowing the tool is not the task.
Silence – Vargo
Porspero’s books – opening crédits
Talking to Satie – Alessandra Celletti
Venez venez haine implacable – Gluck
Bliss – A Quiet Conversation
Giovanni Marradi – Just for You
Alessandra Celletti – I Discend to You, You Ascend to Me
The Sacrifice – Michael Nyman
Shatter me – Lindsey Stirling
Rumi – One Whisper of the Beloved
Voices of Infinity – Yakuro
Rumi – Gently, gently open your eyes
Vargo – The moment
On the Wings of Love – Fusion of Rumi and Hafiz poetry
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