Blue · Power · Wings

Blue rocks

I step on blue rocks, which make my valleys,
and mountain tops.
They are unclothed, everything is deep blue.

A few white clouds make no shadows
upon the light pale sky,
it rains with blue powder, as we await for You.

What we love most is hidden in the Earth’s heart,
and we cannot reach it anymore,
unless we bleed to death.

For only red has the power to wash away
this blue powder choking us,
thus we will turn into violet starlings,
and change the turning of the wold.

Power

Moss roses

It was almost love all that we lived together –
we needed just one word, a look was missing,
and everything would have softly sit in its place.

But don’t be sad, soul of mine, because from you
the dawn of tomorrow is born, from the war cry
awakening the mountains that sleep.

It was almost love the story of us –
we needed just another summer, to ignore sirens,
and walk barefoot in the dew.

But don’t be sad, soul of mine, because from us
moss roses will arise in all the flowerpots
cracked from too much sun, and from too acid rains.

Romanian version

death · Kiss · Life · Light · White

Brahma Kamal*

Like a flower which blooms in secret,
hiding her face from the world,
and wilts until the morning,
in absolute silence,
so is the heart of man.

Like a most delicate flower of the moon,
arising and dying unseen,
because any biting look crushes her –
breathing the perfume of high crests,
so is the heart of man.

For You are the moon watching
from behind auspicious clouds,
and all queens of the night
bloom only for You,
Father of sweetness, and of mysteries.

Romanian version

* This poem was inspired by the blog post A bloom of Joy – the mystical Brahma Kamal. Thank you for the wonders you share with us!

Concrete · Gale · Life

Crawl

If we can float above waters,
why do we have to crawl?
If there’s nothing separating us,
why do we have to learn silence?

Why are we born numb,
why are we born deaf?
If You are Life giver,
why are we sunken in death?

If we can gather the universe
in our curious reason,
why do we have no idea
of where we are going, and

where we are coming from?

If we can float above waters,
why do we choose to crawl?
If there’s nothing separating us,
why do we choose to raise walls?

death · Faith · Love · Power

The mountains of Heaven

How can I describe that which
I have never seen?
How can I speak of Your Greatness?
Stars alone are the echo
of Your beautiful thoughts,
but their light does not go forth enough,
past our eyes’ blindness.

How can I describe
the mountains of Heaven?
How can I speak of Your Essence?
Birds alone bring testimony
that You can fly without feathers,
but their chirping does not enter
our ears, deaf to Your music.

How can I describe that which
cannot be unless You let it happen?
How can I speak of Your Presence?
You are everywhere I go,
in every water I swam,
and I am never alone by Your side,
not even when I finally close my eyes.

Kiss · Life · White

Our curtain

Our house has no curtains,
hence we are open to solitude.
Our house has no perfume,
it’s not yet carnation’s time to bloom.

We laugh a lot between the walls
of our miraculous home –
it is usually a little cold,
so we hold each other very tight.

You have prepared our home
before you knew I would come,
and there is nothing missing
except the curtain with tufts,

but I guess you’ll arrange it alone.