MY MYSTICAL POETRY & other WRITINGS
I wrote this poem the day after I arrived in NIGER...
Revisiting now that powerful moment
when seeing myself in ALL...
LETTER to MYSELF
My Beloved Father, my Mother, my brother, my sister,
my lover, my friend and my child...
Your LOVE is a powerful lighthouse
sitting on the highest cliff at the edge of the Universe.
Your laser light pierces my heart in places unknown.
You're performing surgery on my very soul --
These tears are not for anyone to see
for only you collect them
in the flowing river of human devotion. They wash me
from inside out... Most blessed I am to see you now
in a different world, to hear you speak in a new prayer
language at the mosque, to tremble within at your
majestic posture as you walk by each day
dressed in African clothes,
carrying a heavy load on your head.
My Beloved father, my Mother, my brother, my sister,
my lover, my friend and my child...
I bow before you within this small hand
scribbling poetic words on paper
in a desperate need to breathe your love
as air in my lungs, to be filled with your divine essence
to the brink of exhaustion, that I may fall asleep
every night in your healing embrace,
that I may wake up every morning
into your nee day to uncover
my deep love for you once again.
(Cezarina Trone/September 05, 2007)
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The Seer and the Seen are ONE
My soul… she sees you
in the reflection of
your own soul’s mirror –
How beautiful this miracle
of your existence – my existence.
No need to hide in the Himalayan caves
when the Himalaya mountains themselves
lay within your vessel of Light.
When I close my eyes
the inner sky infuses
my being with wonder.
Who am I?
And whom is that I see before me?
My soul… she sees you and knows
the seer and the seen are One.
(Cezarina/ February 2008)
I AM… I am the great motion of life, the watcher... the FORMLESSS ONE in this body making its way through the endless crowds of other forms. This cauldron of heat and turbulence was simply created by the mind games they've played... this hide-and-seek dramatic play lost its sheen for me... I am STILL, yet moving at incredible speed. I am the scream of the emerald caged birds in the market scene on a quiet Saturday morning; You can see me in the smile of the naked children seeking expression of freedom while leaping twice in the air before getting ready to jump in the wide mouth of the Niger river... I am the tree holding an entire universe of bogo-bogo birds in its arms after sunset I am you... you are I in this earthly mirror hanging on the vast ceiling of the ocean sky. (Cezarina/03-09-08) READ SACRED POETRY from around the world here...
