39
We received too many dogmas and few guarantees,
too: more
has not been shown enough that this, this, this
is heresy, I know and feel
the hidden meaning of words;
are anagrams, cryptograms,
small boxes suitable for hatching butterflies
[41]
Sirius: What mystery is
this?
you seed, grain
with sand, Planted in the furrow
black as lead. Sirius
:
what mystery is this?
you've drowned in the river streams
push spring water gates. Sirius
:
what mystery is this?
where heat breaks and cracks
the desert sand,
you are a mist of snow white, tiny flowers.
[41]
sirius:
What is this mystery? You are
seed, corn
near the sand,
enclosed in black-lead,
plow land. Sirius
:
What is this mystery? You are
Drowned
in the river, the spring freshets
push open the water-gates. Sirius
:
What is this mystery? Where
heat breaks and cracks
the sand-waste,
You are a mist of snow: white, little flowers.
[43]
But the walls do not fall, do not understand why
;
is a ssss-whistle,
a new dimension,
unknown, lightning,
we are helpless, dust and gunpowder
inundate the lungs, our bodies collide
desgoznadas crossing gates, lintels
give
forming a cross;
tirelessly walked under a gentle air that thickens
blinding fog, then we depart
without delay, because neither can we trust
air, dense
where he would be thin and tenuous
where the wings separate and open , and ether
outweighs the soil, and soil
bends like a shipwreck
rules do not know why they guide us, we
navigators, explorers
of the unknown, the unregistered
;
have no map;
may arrive on port
pit.
[43] Still the walls
do not fall,
I do not know why;
there is zrr-hiss,
lightning in a not-known,
unregistered dimension;
we are powerless,
dust and powder fill our lungs
our bodies blunder
through doors twisted on hinges,
and the lintels slant
cross-wise;
we walk continually
on thin air
that thickens to a blind fog,
then step swiftly aside,
for even the air
is independable,
thick where it should be fine
and tenuous
where wings separate and open,
and the ether
is heavier than the floor,
and the floor sags
like a ship floundering;
we know no rule of procedure,
We Are voyagers, discoverers
of the not-KNOWN,
the Unrecorded;
We Have No map;
Possibly we will Reach haven,
heaven. ------
is not in any way,
column of fire that came first
different column of fire that will come;
the abyss, the chasm of consciousness should
be saved;
each of us is the master of the house, each with its
treasure
is time to restore its value to our
secret chest in light of past and future Because if you save
coins, gems, vases and fountains
gold or just
talismans,
documents or parchments,
clearly, we are told, contains
for each type you have been instructed
,
old things and new.
In no wise is the catch-or-fire
That Went Before
Different from the catch-of-fire
That eat after;
chasm, schism in Consciousness
Must Be bridged over;
We Are each, householder,
Each with a treasure, is now
the time to re-value
our secret hoard
in the light of both past and future,
for whether
coins, gems, gold
beackers, platters
or merely
talismans, records or parchments,
explicitly, we are told,
it contains
for every scribe
wich is instructed,
things new
and old.
. De "No caen las murallas", primer libro de Trilogía.
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(24)
Cada hour, every moment has its specific
Companion Spirit;
the clock hand, minute by minute, knocking
around its prescribed orbit, but this curious
mechanical perfection should not separate but rather to relate our life
This temporary eclipse,
with that other ...
(25)
... life
not need the moon to shine in it, it was beating
minute (the clock in my head,
with his pale, luminous disk)
when Lady touched;
I spoke informally with friends in the other room when we saw the
stay out
be lighter, and at the threshold there was no such
door (it was a dream, of course) ,
and she was standing there
actually doubling the ladder.
(26)
One of us said, how strange,
she is standing there really
I wonder what brought the will?
and one of us said:
Will we have some power
three of us together,
that acts as a magnet that attracts supernatural
?
(but it was natural enough, we agreed
)
not know what I said or you said something
,
since before he could speak,
I realized that I had been dreaming that
lay awake in my bed now,
light so bright that it was the cover
phosphorescent
my little clock and the faint tapping
came from the needles.
( 27)
Yet
subtle way she was there more than ever, as if miraculously
been related to the time there,
which is not easy even for the experienced
strange
whom we must not forget
because some people receive the angels unawares.
(31)
But none of this, none of this is suggested
as I saw it, though possibly
us closer to a portion of their fresh goodness in the funny
courtesy
Marine
of marble maidens in Venice,
to ascend the altar steps of
in Santa Maria dei Miracoli,
or another name
acclaim in Vienna, Maria von dem
Schnee
Our Lady of the Snow
(32)
Well I can truly say that their veils
were white as snow, full
nothing on earth can overcome
the blank, I can say
it looked beautiful, she looked beautiful ,
was adorned with a cloak
to heel, but was not subject
with a gold tie,
no gold, no color,
there was glare on the canvas or shadow
bastille basting and
when dropped, it did not look
none of its usual attributes;
the no child with her.
(41)
carried a book to tell us whether
who was one of us, with us,
or
suggest that she was satisfied with our offering, an attribute to the Angels, and although
spoke the Campanili,
Gabriel, Azrael, although Campanili
respondents
Raphael, Uriel,
even a distant note
water redoubled Anael and Miguel,
was implicit from the beginning
another, deeper, unnamed,
resurgent campaign that said, dreaming through all:
recalls
where there was never need for the moon to shine ...
not see any temple.
(42)
some names to the bell so deep
Zadkiel, the goodness of God,
he became ruler of Jupiter or Zeus
Teus father or father,
Teus, God, God the Father, Father god
Father God or Angel,
himself, the sky still home
a star whose color is amethyst,
whose candle is lit in deep violet
with others.
(43)
And
spectrum point where all the lights are one
is white and white is not a lack of color,
as we are taught from childhood,
but a full color ;
where
mixed flames and wings are, where we won
the ark of perfection,
're happy, we are happy started
new;
I saw John. I witness
of rainbow wings, the scope of
sky and the walls of color,
columns of jasper, but when the jewel
melt in the crucible,
not find ashes, ashes of roses,
high vessel and a staff of lilies, you
not a spiritual, not a rose mystica
but a bunch even rose garden or a face
as Christmas rose. Here
flowering arch,
is the flowering of the wood burned,
where Zadkiel, we pause to give thanks for
rise again from the dead and living.
* From Tribute to angels, the second book
---------------------------------- Trilogy -------------------------
where I love and am loved
into the snow;
to what I love
no thought of duty or pity;
I go to where I belong, inexorably,
as the rain has stopped falling into the grooves
;'ve
or
could have given life to the point;
but if it does not grow or mature
the rain of beauty, rain
return to the cloud,
who sharpens his steel harvest stone;
but this is not our field, we have not
planted;
heartless, merciless, let
the site of the skull
for those who composed it.
27
and Gaspar (that certainly was a merchant)
at first did not recognize;
fragile, thin, wore no bracelets
or other ornament, and the shawl wrapped around her head
and
shoulder did not notice, did not seem
a servant carrying a message, but someone
confidence on the part of a great lady;
individual discretion in their dark robes and headdress,
Gaspar did not recognize until the shawl fell to the ground, then
and recognized not only as Mary said the
star (Venus in ascending
or Venus conjunct Jupiter
or whatever he calls these fires errant),
but when he saw the light of his hair
full moon like a lost river, Gaspar
said.
* From "The flowering of the rod," the third book of Trilogy .
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