Befriended by gypsies of despair
every dawn we dance the sun
out of hiding.
Every howling night
we cry the moon
back to joyful beauty.
This fire that we call Loving
is too strong for human minds.
But just right for human souls.
Everywhere we shine
death and life burn
into something new,
rise up like perfumed nebulae
through the jubilant road
flowing beneath our feet.
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MOUNT ZINAI
Another demonstration of Illuminated Love.
Richard
Edwin
Your prose is at its' best with this penning - suberb!!
Best regards,
Lance
Sandie Angel :o)
I so glad Aberjhani that you do know it and feel it!
Illumination of the finest of life - We need more with uncertain strife!
I Hope your "Thankful" Thanksgiving Blessings were WARM and LOVING!
I love this poem! I relate to it estatically! It goes into my library for repeat reading! MAY THIS SPIRIT LIVE ON!!! YOU said it all too well, what a BLESSING! Thank YOU Aberjhani!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings, Inner Peace and Love, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
Enjoy your Holiday Season with Loved ones and friends! I am Grateful for you Aberjhani, my good friend of the heart!
is too strong for human minds.
But just right for human souls."
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones; may it be full of God's bounty for you!
John
You always know that Your readers are like hummingbirds and bees – waiting for the flowers of Your poetic garden – whose petals diffuse the scent of creativity; knowledge and wisdom.
"Star People" has served its mission.
In gratitude and admiration,
Andre Emmaneul Bendavi ben-YEHU
Regis
Oh, have you and your beautiful words been missed: this, no exception. My favorite stanza is,
"...This fire that we call Loving
is too strong for human minds.
But just right for human souls. ..." <------- Gorgeous. Well done.
May you have a Happy Thanksgiving,
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.