NikolaiI
09-27-2010, 02:58 AM
The soul is free -
The mind is finicky
and follows images quickly,
but free from impressions
loosens the dream shackles gladly -
The soul is free;
swims through the ocean-dream
Always dancing freely,
'til it reaches the ocean's shore,
the source of every dream -
the spirit's mad, joyous infinity,
the supersoul, heart of hearts,
eternal flame . . .
Divine Comedy . . .
as all dissolves in laughter.
An image, an image,
dissolves into another.
And free of impressions,
the mind softly glides into the source -
free of impresions, finds the reality -
the simple, stupid, truth of oneness,
the soul is struck dumb,
unable to form the formless,
to express ocean oneness.
So many emotions
of the small self,
until at last,
the final feeling is reached,
so much greater than all the others -
No one ever dreamed of this.
The soul is dancing,
surrounded by energy it controls -
it seems like madness,
but it knows infinite joy;
there by the nameless ineffable, infinite soul,
resounding home of all that exists.
Triumphant joy proclaimed by angels,
Infinite pure lands, rivers and streams,
all there in a tiny cell.
Dream -
so many emotions of the small self,
and pain that burns like an ocean,
an joy that sounds like fire,
the oneness of these in my breast
rings like the clanging of a metal bell.
The heart that is strong like a great fire
and a mind free of demanding emotions,
are one with a body hallowed by love,
a house to the sky and ocean, earth and heavens -
an orb of nature, the Goddess, earth and universe.
The mind is finicky
and follows images quickly,
but free from impressions
loosens the dream shackles gladly -
The soul is free;
swims through the ocean-dream
Always dancing freely,
'til it reaches the ocean's shore,
the source of every dream -
the spirit's mad, joyous infinity,
the supersoul, heart of hearts,
eternal flame . . .
Divine Comedy . . .
as all dissolves in laughter.
An image, an image,
dissolves into another.
And free of impressions,
the mind softly glides into the source -
free of impresions, finds the reality -
the simple, stupid, truth of oneness,
the soul is struck dumb,
unable to form the formless,
to express ocean oneness.
So many emotions
of the small self,
until at last,
the final feeling is reached,
so much greater than all the others -
No one ever dreamed of this.
The soul is dancing,
surrounded by energy it controls -
it seems like madness,
but it knows infinite joy;
there by the nameless ineffable, infinite soul,
resounding home of all that exists.
Triumphant joy proclaimed by angels,
Infinite pure lands, rivers and streams,
all there in a tiny cell.
Dream -
so many emotions of the small self,
and pain that burns like an ocean,
an joy that sounds like fire,
the oneness of these in my breast
rings like the clanging of a metal bell.
The heart that is strong like a great fire
and a mind free of demanding emotions,
are one with a body hallowed by love,
a house to the sky and ocean, earth and heavens -
an orb of nature, the Goddess, earth and universe.