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A Letter To Maria…
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
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“In these days, we are forced witnesses of numerous distortions around the concept of profound love. Must we stay on a “fallen arms” position and cry in front of the tomb of this wonderful human feeling? Certainly not. We must always be able to confront reality as Quixote did against the windmills. We must teach the genuine concept of love to youngsters to bring light to this confusion.
Humanity has lost the route to the inner universe, where deep love is born. True love is not reduced to affective aspects. It is connected to intelligence and willpower in a perfect harmony where to grow, being fed by its own recycled energy . Love enriches the inner world of both who love each other. True love implicates a compromise and also a sacrifice because love is, more than anything else, self-renunciation. Love, from a general perspective is the conscientious intention to reach Goodness, hand in hand with somebody else. The objective of love is to find joyfulness donating our person to the other one.
Love brings happiness from the very beginning, because happiness is the finality of the journey and not the ending. Love is a motor and a motivation. It generates energy that flows in one direction and vice versa, constructing a spiral of enduring love, which is the basis of human life.”
Maria Christina Azcona
From her book ‘WINDOW TO HEAVEN’
A Letter To Maria…
Oh, Maria! You are the
Most self-realized person
I’ve ever met! Our one
Conversation, including my
Lost inner-child, had me
Wondering, the next spirit-bad
Years, whether to ask my mother,
Or not, if something had happened
To me, way-back-when I was her child.
Of course something did! Time.
Way back when
The earth was young,
And first mistakes were
Being shaped. The world was as wide
As a universe, spun off, abandoned,
Deserted. New and plush and worth
The fight to defend tributary-rights.
Life was as it unfolded, much more,
Because, Time indentured is unlevel.
Oh, Maria! You are so right,
Humanity has lost the route to the
Inner Universe, to the Soul…
I understand how, as minute
As I am. It’s not the Now
Where we’re supposed to stand,
It’s our place in the Polyverse
Which will bring about peace.
So, we are one tiny facet, after all…
That’s without the deep heart of love.
There’s not so many
In this world that find soul-love
In shared-physical form, even less, maybe,
Who’d appreciate it, if they did.
Most of us are hung up on stuff,
History and religions and wars and TV toys,
It’s a wonder any soul can shine at all!
But, there’s a sense of season,
A sense of reason breaking down,
Into what is a pile of applied emotions.
What’s written isn’t what’s felt by else, many times.
Oh, Maria! My mother died, suddenly,
But not unexpectedly, too soon ago,
I wanted to ask but never did, about my lost inner child.
Until tonight, when I read your words,
And see beyond the length of human years.
The Inner Child, displaced, longer ago,
Is my Soul. Why didn’t I know?
Do we lose them so young because of reaction,
Or because of defense?
The opposite of Time is Anti-Time.
Way back when
The world was young,
First mistakes were made.
It’s not so easy, now our earth is fading,
To find love in anything global,
Or personally, even, since persons now
Are made, instead of lived. Ironically,
I laugh at myself, so wise with words,
Such an idiot in practice...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/7/07
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Spirirually deep offering!!
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|And yes, your wise pen is deeply spiritual.
This is very good work.
|Reviewed by Art Sun
|It is time that brings one to the understanding of love, there are many versions of love and if one strives long enough and with the ability to be of open mind, one can find the paths of spiritual, and physical love combined. It can be seen through the thoughts of Maria and the letter of yours that one has helped another to find a realization of this within the crossing of each other paths.
Both works expressed through your display are thoughts to br commended and are a reflection for many who seek the same...
nice...and enjoyable work....Art sun...
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|A great spiritual journey. Meditating-Christian- half hour twice a day, as the desert fathers did, and past it down through the monks these past 2000 yrs, brings inner peace.
"Maranather" arabic for "Come Lord" It will transform ones spiritual world..
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|A Letter To Maria is a walk down a spiritual lane, a journey into the unknown, yet known. Beautifully written. Thank You.