Dearest May, I have always loved to come on your site and go on a virtual vacation. You are so gracious and a giver of beauty, it is delightful. Blessings to you and all whom you love. Namaste, Miguel
Beyond the horizon
where naked skin of Earth
presses
naked skin of Sky
children of imagination are conceived
in intercourse of mystery.
Time curves…. Dragons
form circles
in bubbles of eternity.
The ageless shepherd of our shadows
enters the pasture
that was and was not green
before the birth of poetry. Dreamers
drunken in the breath
of dark divinity dream
in secret dramas of their souls. At
times wild cries out for wilderness.
Or meditations of a mountain’s crest
become light’s prayer
in hearts of darkness.
Creation consents…. Nomads
bearing gypsy tents
thirst for twilight. Ancient
fires in books of alchemy. Riddles
of each night. The longest
word in life… is “Yes.”
O amor, Ah que lindo nome! Uma palavra pequena, mas com um significado imenso. Alguém ai sabe me dizer o que é amar? Com certeza cada um vai ter uma história para contar.
The Love, Oh that beautiful name! A small word, but with a huge significance. Someone i know tell me what is love? Surely each one will have a story to tell.
Not everyone comes wearing
a red dress.
Many are content with
white shirts, plaid skirts, blue jeans.
The wounded are wearing
overcoats,
because for them
the world is prematurely cold.
The silly and the cleverest
are dressed as clowns.
And the angels are
naked, between the eyelashes
of our setting sun.
Not everyone comes wearing
the reminder of black,
although pain is everywhere
and loss attends us.
Those who are painted in blood
have wept in the wasting of war.
And those who are
painted with light
are here to heal us.
Friend,
even if I came to you
in the rags of weariness,
the cloak of invisibility or
dust of neglect, the
web of a spider,
would you offer me a drink of water
seeing thirst,
and help to decide
a way, at the crossroads of life?
If I look into your
hands, what will I find:
a golden thread,
the strength of beauty,
a loaf of bread?
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Beyond the horizon
where naked skin of Earth
presses
naked skin of Sky
children of imagination are conceived
in intercourse of mystery.
Time curves…. Dragons
form circles
in bubbles of eternity.
The ageless shepherd of our shadows
enters the pasture
that was and was not green
before the birth of poetry. Dreamers
drunken in the breath
of dark divinity dream
in secret dramas of their souls. At
times wild cries out for wilderness.
Or meditations of a mountain’s crest
become light’s prayer
in hearts of darkness.
Creation consents…. Nomads
bearing gypsy tents
thirst for twilight. Ancient
fires in books of alchemy. Riddles
of each night. The longest
word in life… is “Yes.”
David Sparenberg
11 August 2009
O amor,
Ah que lindo nome!
Uma palavra pequena,
mas com um significado imenso.
Alguém ai sabe me dizer o que é amar?
Com certeza cada um vai ter
uma história para contar.
The Love,
Oh that beautiful name!
A small word,
but with a huge significance.
Someone i know tell me what is love?
Surely each one will have
a story to tell.
"Ama quem te ama e não quem te sorri,
porque quem te sorri engana
e quem te ama chora por ti..."
"Love who loves you and whom you do not smile,
because he who smiles fool
and who loves you cry for you ...
Debaixo de sete chaves... Dentro do Coração
Under the seven keys... Inside the Heart
DRESSED FOR THE OCCASION
Not everyone comes wearing
a red dress.
Many are content with
white shirts, plaid skirts, blue jeans.
The wounded are wearing
overcoats,
because for them
the world is prematurely cold.
The silly and the cleverest
are dressed as clowns.
And the angels are
naked, between the eyelashes
of our setting sun.
Not everyone comes wearing
the reminder of black,
although pain is everywhere
and loss attends us.
Those who are painted in blood
have wept in the wasting of war.
And those who are
painted with light
are here to heal us.
Friend,
even if I came to you
in the rags of weariness,
the cloak of invisibility or
dust of neglect, the
web of a spider,
would you offer me a drink of water
seeing thirst,
and help to decide
a way, at the crossroads of life?
If I look into your
hands, what will I find:
a golden thread,
the strength of beauty,
a loaf of bread?
David Sparenberg
18 July 2009
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'' SIR JOHAN 111 ''
I LOVE YOUR SITE KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK AND KEEP ON KICKING ASS .
'' SIR JOHAN 111 ''
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