Poetry 2006 Walking the Story of Love Alone

Walking The Story of Love Alone…..

Year ago I really did not know

          The Fear of Loneliness would not let me to imagine

                    And to see the wise man passing wisdom onto me

 Walking alone

 is the only path of light, Yes,  of Course, it is

  BUT

          The path Starts with runaway whirls of biting sadness

 spinning the soul

                               Like bewildered washing machine

removing all the Divine Olympic Juices of sacred love

from the Lighting footprint of You

disappearing now              vanishing faraway

and what is left here is a deep abyss of emptiness

          left beside me by your missing Aura of Magenta

Walking alone

 Through the sharp teeth of the Bleeding Mouth of Grief

          Where The Clever vicious Demons of Ego Stand Alerted

                    Trying to sneak in with poisoned plasters of Raging Hate

                               Hoping for a new Dark Life Inside Me

Where it lived half comfortably

Half uncomfortably            for so many years

and where it had been       sacked from for the final failure to Love

                               for no willingness of  Breathing Compassion Out

          ‘’The Ego of my Past’’ says the courageous voice of my heart

‘There is no blood for you to drink

          There is no hate inside me to eat

                    There is no dream of avenge you could fight for’

All there is

 is my loving soul crying the crystal tears of pain

my widely open heart  wildly shaking in the moments of feeling

persistent  illusion of loneliness

 as the love for you my love can never die

All there stayed

For my love for you

is a need to stay walking alone

                     and not falling onto the floor

                               not running into charming open doors

leading to the Hell which is a real memory

                                                             in my mind….

What it seems to be like is not what it really is.

          To be walking alone is actually a beautiful story to live

                    The story of walking my talk draws me inside it

          And shows me everything

 I can find in the Divine  Wardrobe of my Soul

The Angel’s Wings

          Eagle’s Feathers

                    Jaguar’s Paws 

                               Magical wand

                                         Indigo heart

                                                   Buddha’s Mind

                                                             Jeshua’s Love

                                                                       Spirit’s Calling       

                                                                                  Children playing

These are the kindest treasures

          Removing fresh scars of pain from my soul

                    These are the only treasures worth digging for

They are real Shiny Gold,

real Precious Diamonds

As they are there

to bring Peace into the War

   and        Heaven into the Hell

When walking alone

  I can feel intense of the running river of pain

          I can feel also the bliss of the Waterfall of Joy of being

                                         Who I am

                     And Feeling            Who I am

                               And Silently Knowing

                                                             Who I am

                                                   And Why I am

                               I also know I can choose now

                     To feel the pain of being Alone

 or       To feel the Joy of being not Alone

          as there is a mirror inside me

                    showing me the picture I can anytime look at

                               where there is no pain and all gained

                                         where the mind and the heart are connected

                                                 like we two were so many times in the nights

                                         and sourcing divine soup to eat now

                               the leaves of love are sailing in this soup

                    and the mirror clears the misty cloud of  confusion

          and all you can see is The Red Shinning  Phoenix

                               turning peacefully and gracefully           into own ashes

                                         from which new yet the same Phoenix

                                                   arises to live being alive awakened

          And all this guides me

       to Bow to You, Beautiful Love and to say with happy humbleness

          ‘Thank You Liberated Soul of You

                     For Helping me With Freeing My Soul

Thank You    The Brightest Star  of Loving Light,   Lightening The Milky Way