Drink Deeply From My Soul…

Drink Deeply From My Soul... long poem

Uploaded by Anca Mihaela Bruma

Drink deeply from my soul,
this imitation of Life you may forget
just remember our dreams and desires…

I have been known to you
as the One, the Unbounded,
the Known and Unknown,
the Infinite
inside the small and great,
as the Knower of my knowing
Sacred…. and Profane,

Drink deeply from my soul,
and let your breath dress my eyes
into the well of living and adoration…

You are the One!…
And… I am the Self!
The Seer of sight, where vision
owns no eyes,
just rainbows bloom
in the heat of the night,
and forests grow inside the desert,
there… our oasis of souls,
we shall feed one another
from the grapes of wrath
and nourish our weary lives with Life.

Into the endless forest we roam,
meandering in the Paradise Lost
along the cold mountain stream we spend
in our garden of Eden our worries end!…

Me… and You!
without yesterdays and tomorrows,
just conjugated by the verb of Today!…

Drink deeply from my soul,
beloved one,
learn the science
of my Name’s metempsychosis,
so my songs may reveal the mystery
of your bleeding longing…

You know, the blueprinting
of the Heart of the Hearts,
in this Time continuum
of All that it IS!…

Your stardust free verses songs,
awakens the Presence
of my Essence!…

Drink deeply from my soul
and let questions come in
…and fall out
of this Existence!….

See the Beauty beyond the Beauty,
let your breath sing different sizes
of Life,
built in a scarlet octave,
so your words will grow younger!

Let the flavor of your Beingness
Explode into this Existence!…
Drink deeply from my soul
and the Word will be undressed
from the World!…

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About the Author Anca Mihaela BrumaThe author Anca Mihaela Bruma labels her own writings as being “sensually mystique” or “mystically sensual”, a tool and path for women to claim their own inner feminine powers.Through her writings she overpass what seems to be the limitations of the human but emphasizing the essence of the woman, of the Goddess. The main theme, Love, is basically presented as a transformative experience in life, the energyzing force in the universe and empowering the creative feminine.When she writes she sees it like a painting in front of her eyes, using lots of symbolism and allegory in order to apprehend the infinite intelligence, catching the reflections of truth with a strong mystic sense of infinity, of the boundless, of the opening out of the world of our normal finite expressions into the transcendental. Like an “architect” of a language she “builds” a language within a language, a universe within another universe, using vivid imagery, sometimes surreal, giving to her poetry a transcending feeling.Her writings are more kind of a spiritual autobiography, depicting a reality behind all forms, with no space and time, a quantum view of existence. Right now, she sees the writings as a form of being present inside the language, a paradigm of living which is encoded in the message itself, like a poetic consciousness with a spherical view of things, life, and love. It is more related with the realization of the greater self, beyond the mundane and well known laws of the society, as an expression of both the rational and the intuitive, in a concise form of poetry, increasing the awareness with new meanings expanded.
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