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Nirvana
A vision
A tree hangs against the sky
Branches stretch to oblivion
Dead, dead
Leaves red-gold float harmlessly
Across the air
The ground is filled with them
There are no green, no earth
It is covered
By these dry, dead leaves
As if suspended,
As if Time stood still,
As if the world waited
With bated breath,
The leaves flutter harmlessly,
Slowly,
To the ground
Twilight
Sunset,
The sounds of anguish
Anguish
Souls unredeemed
Their souls cry out
There is darkness
No light
Upon them
But the sunset
On their backs
Chains
They are prisoners
In a cage of steel
And wood, and blood
Their throats are parched
Dry
But there is no life
No balm
No dream
Death
Only Death surrounds them
In their sleep She visits
But they do not dream
No light upon them
But the sunset
On their backs.
An Invitation to Love
The image of this Love has captured the imagination of the world. It has inspired solitary souls to search for their better halves, and it has been romanticized by literature, which refers to it fondly as its “favorite child”. It is a natural Love blessed by God, as certain as He made Eve (“flesh from my flesh, bones from my bones”) from Adam…
A Waltz (a short love story)
“Your soul is not created, is not shaped by the music. It is as if saying that darkness was borne from light. No, it is your soul that forms the music. It is your soul that tears at it, hews it, shapes it, gives substance to it. It is your soul that makes the music.”
“Now, open your eyes.”
