” …O only shining one from the moon.
May I go out among your multitude.
May I manifest myself among the glorified… “
(Fragment from the Egyptian Book of the Dead)
What do you see, my love,
Now that alone,
you sail to what
That a thousand times we wanted our own?
…
They laid you on a lily pad,
like a pearl
Among the soft leaves of Spring.
How many people observed that ritual!
And me too, hiding in the crowd,
I saw again your face brushed by vacuous breaths,
And your hands,
locked in my lap
By a butler in a black tuxedo.
And inside me, something stirred,
as the silent flashes
That you so loved to see scratch the sky!
Who were those weeping souls?
Some were watching you,
Others were girding their foreheads,
And they preferred to wet their palms
In order not to show themselves as human.
Instead you,
You loved deep down your tears,
Distilled drops of bitter disappointment,
Fragments you didn’t hold back,
Nor cover you with shame.
Even in suffering, you remained noble:
so stubborn,
reckless
And needlessly fearful of your strength,
That even cold marble,
Would have crumbled and made sugar,
For you and only you.
For you,
I try now to draw a line,
A line on green water,
Among the realm of astonishment,
Of beauty,
Of loving pride,
and the heartbreak
Than now,
unfolds slowly
Like the lily pad where your face lies motionless.
As the water becomes frizzy
I seem to see the transfiguration
Of those splashes of soft French
That so well lay in your singing.
And hidden behind a tree,
only,
I’m crying now too
And without any fear whatsoever,
nor remorse,
I clench my fists on a ring
That never was so great a pledge
As much as the immense fairy place
where you,
only you,
You wanted me as a companion
And only true lover.
They laid you on a lily pad,
like a pearl
Among the soft leaves of Spring.
And you blossomed,
already dead,
While the Sun, tired,
would also descend,
to the seas
you loved so much
And that so inexorably wanted,
Finally,
to be your blue dress,
On the long journey beyond the night.
..
What do you see, my love,
now that you sail alone
Toward what is now yours?
You go.
I’m watching you.
And already the poison
runs in me,
And it gives me vertigo
Of the darkest oblivion.
Farewell,
My only love.
Farewell.
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A brief note on love and the sacred feminine
The concept of the sacred feminine is a powerful and deeply rooted archetype that transcends cultural boundaries and can be found in various mythologies and traditions worldwide. In many cultures, the sacred feminine represents divine feminine energy’s nourishing and life-giving qualities.
In Greek mythology, goddesses such as Athena, Artemis, and Demeter embody different aspects of the sacred feminine, such as wisdom, independence, and fertility. In Hinduism, goddesses such as Lakshmi, Saraswati, and Durga symbolize prosperity, knowledge, and protection.
The concept of the sacred feminine is also prominent in indigenous cultures, where Mother Earth is revered as a nurturing and life-sustaining force. In Native American traditions, the figure of the Corn Mother symbolizes fertility and abundance.
In several cultures, the sacred feminine represents a connection to the natural world, intuition, and emotional depth. Embracing the sacred feminine side of reality can help people cultivate qualities such as love, compassion, creativity, and inner strength in their lives.
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