Dragons And Flowers

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Picture: Galaxy Dragon by Katherine Nutt

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In the city of toiling bees,

Dragons and flowers:

Enriqueta’s deputies

Of all beauty and powers.

Ryland’s widow erected a temple for knowledge.

Beyond the words of all books,

Through the windows’ bright ledge,

Up and down the columns, in all of its nooks,

A frequency is aligned

To what’s on the other side.

In the city of joining bees,

Dragons and flowers,

Like a pair of keys,

Unlock a secret that empowers

All those who understand,

And therefore transcend.

 

Herons

At The Foot Of The Rock • Ai Piedi Della Rocca

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Picture: Edinburgh Castle Fireworks, New Year, Scotland by Andrew Peutherer

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You’ll find the original poem in Italian below the English translation.

 

At The Foot Of The Rock

 

City of pilgrimage,

Of clear illusions

Beyond which

The sea kicks, the stone screams, the leaves dance.

 

City of great beginnings without and end

Always a step beyond the boundary

Beyond which

Nothing exists.

 

I dissolve all judgment

I bravely throw myself off the ledge

Beyond which

Only rebirth,

And death nevermore.

 

Ai Piedi Della Rocca

 

Città di peregrinazioni,

Di nitide illusioni

Oltre le quali

Il mare scalcia, la roccia grida, le foglie danzano.

 

Città di grandi inizi senza fine

Sempre un passo oltre il confine

Oltre il quale

Nulla esiste.

 

Dissolvo il giudizio,

Mi getto ardito dal precipizio

Oltre il quale

Soltanto la rinascita,

E mai più morire.

 

Herons

 

 

 

Scarlet Cherry Tree

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Picture: Red Autumn Tree Of Life by Christine Bell

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Ablaze in the rain,

Burning cold

At the foothills of the stronghold,

No leaf sprouts in vain.

October showcases its trinkets,

While clouds of milk spread in the teacups.

Tree, standing in my mind, coming back in brackets,

Lively, dancing, delicate in the downs, light in the ups.

The gardens breathe through Me,

All labels are soaked and shredded in the rain,

There’s only space for Thee

Beyond the veil of pleasure and pain.

Teach me, oh, teach me,

The art of shifting seasons,

Transcending the small me,

In the language of the unspoken Reasons.

Ablaze in the rain,

Growing young and old,

Simultaneously unfold

Death, birth, and all things mundane.

The Source of creation is everywhere around you

And within

Each and every subatomic particle.

Surrender to Yourself.

 

Herons

Follow The Fox

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Picture: Sun Fox by Crista Forest

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Alert.

You call me out

And deliver your message.

Untamed dog, silent as the night,

Whisky-ambered,

Unseen and unforeseen citizen

Of Edinburgh.

No memories of the jolly forest

And its domestic fragrances;

No worries for the metal boulders

Sliding loudly on the cold pavement.

You’re only here

And now.

Weird lights radiate yellow and orange;

Humans stroll around

In search of spirits,

In order to lift their spirits.

“Align to your wildest intuition,”

You tell me.

“Be here,”

You tell me.

“And follow me

To the last drop of blood pumped in your heart,

And beyond.”

 

Herons

Let Yourself Go, Let Go Of Yourself

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Picture by Mark Berger

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Let yourself go,

You’re a speckle of cosmic dust.

Don’t buy the scam of your mind:

Big deals for sale,

Cheap tailored drama series,

Ancient tales of separation.

Let me tell you,

What the mind says is not a big deal after all.

Give Universal intelligence permission

To overthrow

The small, limited you.

Let go of yourself,

Let go of who you think you are.

Silence:

Amidst the traffic horns,

The city wandering crowd,

The rolling of the cars,

The ambulance crying out loud.

Silence underneath all sounds,

That is who You really are.

 

Herons

Dancing Madman

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Picture: Greek Dancer by Jean Groberg

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Dancing madman on the street,

As free as the wind on his bare chest.

Dancing madman on the street,

Living in the moment,

Happier than the shop-owners

Peering out of the window at the ordinary miracle;

Happier than the police,

Came to extinguish his smile,

Laughter of the eternal child.

Dancing madman on the street,

His house’s a backpack,

His home, the whole world.

He has no riches nor gold

But he’s richer than most,

He’s richer than we’re told.

Dancing madman on the street,

You bestow me a tune

From the beginning of the century,

From the beginning of time,

Or is it from the end?

How?

I don’t mind, for both of them

Can only be conceived Now.

 

Herons

We Share The Essence

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Picture by Mark Webster

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Yellow rose

In her shifting pose,

Lulled by the wind,

I take that hint.

Into me, into you,

The cherry tree is bearing fruit.

If reality’s a mirror,

I see stillness.

In my aching limbs,

Beyond my pride,

I surrender to the Flow,

For I am the Flow,

And I share the essence of the yellow rose.

 

Herons