Cathartic Eclipse

Cathartic Eclipse short poem

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I witnessed the death of the universe…
Tumbling, crushing, spinning
in the maddening chaos
of the spiral Time!

Eternity… ceased to exist,
Time… was no more,
my soul ripped asunder
the stars… show no more!

Pleading internally
I succumb my farewells,
emptied my concavities,
ashes of solitude reminded me
of quixotic moments
dismissed involuntarily

you were oblivious to my presence
gazing emptily a brimming space,
surreality became my twisted fate
and no transition left for immortality!

My world is hushed
And I crave for volumes of light
in this glaring darkness of hope
succumbing throes
of cacophonous silence
cocooned in webs of deceit
awaiting the promised resurrection.

In these nights of forgetfulness
my poetry still bleeds inside me
in this realm there is an aeonic distance
between my Soul… and your Heart!…

This poem is about the Universe pushing us in the direction we need to go next!

We say good byes to the old habits and welcome new beginnings, as notorious poet T.S. Eliot mentioned: “In my End is my Beginning!” It is a Time when new revelations come into focus, a time to adventure yourself in a sacred inner journey.

This lyrical writing reflects a Time Resurrection / Awakening, with radical changes and breakthroughs, freeing the Heart and to hold on what I consider my own personal integrity and authenticity. It is about the powerful emotion of “Apocalypse”, or I shall say an “Inner Apocalypse”, which literally means “Revelation”, finding the balance between Inner versus Outside World.

Each of us carries trauma and pain that has been a direct effect of our disconnection from one another, as our society does not embrace our best, truest nature. This poem also depicts how our physical world – with its remaining old paradigm based on separation and disempowering as constant barriers among humans – is removed and new foundations are settled, at physical, emotional as well spiritual level. I believe that the Cosmos call for deeply creative innovations at this point, reminding us that actualization of Self and Spirit requires complete acceptance of both physical and non-material realms.

This poem reveals that it is better not to cling anymore to the vestiges of WHO we were once, or the lifestyles we had, just release and move on, with a new identity, as authentic YOU! The tension between Truth and Dogma, Reality and Illusion, Commitment and Irresponsibility, Isolation and Unity can be finally dissipated.

Why “cathartic”? Because it is about release!!! And allow new changes to come in and with them we can all embark on a journey of Self-discovery.

My heartfelt gratitude for H.S. for the unconditional support and inspiration!

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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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Author has beautifully and adequately expressed her world view, her vision and mystical feeling. An wonderful aspect of the poem that it has never been top-heavy with message it contains, it has retained poetry in the piece.

Ankha-Ra Micah-Elah

Thank you Aloke for your kind feedback! Highly appreciated!


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