Category Archives: Angels

Another night

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The Angel sits silent in the corner.

Waiting for the breath to slow.

Watching for the eyes to glide, 

Back and forth smoothly beneath the surface.

 

Waiting and Watching for the moment.

The seconds which pass into minutes,

The minutes which fade into seconds.

Time is unseen by Angels.

 

The Angel steps slowly from the shadows.

“Ready for another journey?” He smiles at his friend.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She smiles her knowing smile.

 

Another journey unfolds

Another adventure foretold.

Another voyage for the soul.

For its just another night

Distant Love Within

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How did you find me here?
I was alone in my mind
How far did you look?
Was there distance in this time?

It is so hard to send you away

I have hid from you
I have known you as the one
I know it is meant to be
I live in time,
Yet I am not free

Perhaps one day we will find the words we must say

My heart breaks for you
My soul aches for you
I have bled rain for you
I have swallowed pain for you

You must see, this is the way it shall be

You must leave this place
For the time here is wrong
You must forget my face
It won’t be long, you must be strong

You must leave… until we meet, I shall silently grieve

It seems unkind
The roads of Life unwind, intertwine
With each dream we seek blindly
The morning dawns and rains tears

The sun rises… puts to ease our dreaming fears…

Then passes years, silently waiting in shadow… listening to the minds reason

listening and waiting

Our time is not now

One life it will be

Together if ever

Will it be?
Will it be? 

Our time is not now
One life it will be
Together if ever
Will it be?
Will it be

Ready to leave this place? 

Ready to remember my face?

I am…

Uriel

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It fell in the ancient periods 
  Which the brooding soul surveys, 
Or ever the wild Time coin’d itself 
  Into calendar months and days.

This was the lapse of Uriel, 
Which in Paradise befell. 
Once, among the Pleiads walking, 
Sayd overheard the young gods talking; 
And the treason, too long pent, 
To his ears was evident. 
The young deities discuss’d 
Laws of form, and metre just, 
Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams, 
What subsisteth, and what seems. 
One, with low tones that decide, 
And doubt and reverend use defied, 
With a look that solved the sphere, 
And stirr’d the devils everywhere, 
Gave his sentiment divine 
Against the being of a line.
“Line in nature is not found; 
Unit and universe are round; In vain produced, all rays return; 
Evil will bless, and ice will burn.” 
As Uriel spoke with piercing eye, 

A shudder ran around the sky; 

The stern old war-gods shook their heads; 
The seraphs frown’d from myrtle-beds; 
Seem’d to the holy festival 
The rash word boded ill to all; 
The balance-beam of Fate was bent; 
The bounds of good and ill were rent; 
Strong Hades could not keep his own, 
But all slid to confusion.

A sad self-knowledge withering fell 
On the beauty of Uriel; 
In heaven once eminent, the god 
Withdrew that hour into his cloud; 
Whether doom’d to long gyration
In the sea of generation, 
Or by knowledge grown too bright 
To hit the nerve of feebler sight. 
Straightway a forgetting wind 
Stole over the celestial kind, 
And their lips the secret kept, 
If in ashes the fire-seed slept. 
But, now and then, truth-speaking things 
Shamed the angels’ veiling wings; 
And, shrilling from the solar course, 
Or from fruit of chemic force, 
Procession of a soul in matter,
Or the speeding change of water, 
Or out of the good of evil born, 
Came Uriel’s voice of cherub scorn, 
And a blush tinged the upper sky, 
And the gods shook, they knew not why. 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

1846


A poem for my friend…

my angelarchangel_uriel

Kiss of the Muse

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kissOfTheMuse  Painting by Paul Cezanne

Plato’s “Phaedrus” Socrates explains the power of the Muses:

« Come, O ye Muses, melodious, as ye are called, whether you have received this name from the character of your strains, or because the Melians are a musical race, help, O help me in the tale which my good friend here desires me to rehearse, in order that his friend whom he always deemed wise may seem to him to be wiser than ever. »

Further on in “Phaedrus”, Socrates describes how the Muses give “an inspired madness which was a noble thing”:

« The third kind is the madness of those who are possessed by the Muses; which taking hold of a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyrical and all other numbers; with these adorning the myriad actions of ancient heroes for the instruction of posterity. »

Socrates goes on to say that the man « who, having no touch of the Muses’ madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks that he will get into the temple by the help of art–he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man disappears and is nowhere when he enters into rivalry with the madman. »

 

 

 

 

 

A letter to my angel

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Sad Angel

Dearest angel, why are you sad? Does it pain you as it pains me… how does the hole which throbs beat with nothing to fill its atriums. How does the case which houses the soul have shadows in corners with no walls for the shadow cast? How can it be that we pass through each other and feel, yet not see the beauty of thy reflection? How?

Dearest Soul, the other part of my being… do not feel as I do this moment. Do not yearn and question that which is not meant to be heard… For to know and not remember is more painful than the void which lay in its place… did you choose this, my soul… did you live this, my angel? did you place us here next to this eternity… did you plan this journey for us to be together and not speak… not touch… What say you to my call. What say you to my query… 

I can feel this moment clearly… when you think and make me hear. I can feel this moment when I wake from my slumber, the trance which makes me know… I can feel this moment as the others I have felt… and yet with this moment is another end… another beginning… another cycle. 

My angel, my soul… one as we may be… as it was intended to be… be with me. Please.

With Love and Light…

Readers, writers, artists and angels

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Quick, or not so quick side note… I always respond to comments… if someone feels drawn to answer my words… I feel drawn to answer theirs… I must admit, I fell behind. I sat here this morning (now afternoon) and was blown away. I sat here and responded to the beautiful words left here on my pages I felt humbled… 

 

My readers are so incredible that  their words and thoughts outshine my own… In retrospect all who visit I feel are blessings to me… I feel through and through their words are drawn up for me to listen to and in turn show guidance to all who choose to listen… I am so blessed… I feel honored… I have finished responding to all the wisdom and am saturated with love and light… I feel as if I am on a cloud… I have had this silly smile plastered on my face… blessings to all my brilliant readers and friends here… 

 

Please take time to read through some of my brilliant readers comments… for now I shall share a few readers with you and send blessings their way…

 

Karen at morning joy… she has a beautiful spirit… her comments are full of light and peace

Kaosar (Raatkiranii) amazing how even a name can hold power… her words wether here or her pages are simply pure and beautiful…

benafia powerful understanding… words which make you stop and think… I am often amazed at how much one can see. How often I find myself thinking about the words left behind by benafia…

J  He has insight and power in him words… I am blessed to know him 🙂

Cyrus A beautiful soul… his words are always  full of light, love, knowledge… and most of all heart and soul… love the energy!!

Rainer We have read each others work for quite some time… I am always humbled by his presence and thoughts when he enters my world and when I enter his… truly brilliant energy and light… thank you for your comments of light

MySoul Sometimes I feel as if it is my soul when I read her comments… and her beautiful poems and thoughts in her world… thank you My Soul for showing yourself to me

Gypsy What can I say? Kindred… so much love and light it is blinding! Her words resonate on another level… her art work is meant for the eyes of the soul… I am blessed for the wisdom she leaves for me…

JAlan When left behind his words can bring about another era of knowledge… I am blessed… and the art images on his sight are of another world as well… another time and another world… perhaps another space is next

Fibi Pure soul and pure intentions are behind her words… something delicate and full of light

Zenuria her words are heard when most needed and vice versa… we have shared many insights and I am blessed to have her knowledge imprinted on my soul

Neilina A blessing when I receive her knowledge… so pure and vivid… a true blessing… makes me smile 🙂

Cordie Incredible is not the right word… her voice, when heard in reply to mine is like a chorus of angels 😉 singing… thank you Cordie for blessing me with your knowledge

Mental Mist  there is something which radiates from her words… an energy which I am so pleased she blesses me with… blessings to her for her words

Goldenferi hmmm… words spoken from a voice which holds intentions pure… I have read her words and have known her in beautiful spirit for some time now… I am blessed to here her voice

Anjolie Beautiful love and light in her words… a blessing to hear them here and at her pages

~M What can I say… heart and soul in words… a true blessing to know the spirit behind ~M

Spaz When she needs me I am there, and vice versa… we read each others words and they resonate… with each moment and letter I am blessed to receive

Surface Earth A true inspiration… her eyes see more than the mind can read… when she shares her insights here I am more than  blessed, I am enlightened 

Mossy If ever I have a chance to show gratitude and awe it is in the insight spoken here by his words… truly blessed by the speeches of the heart… for the heart may speak here for eternity with an eternal gratitude

Mark I have read his pages for over 2 years… to think of the wisdom his has shared with the world … it is mind blowing… insightful and brilliant… when he speaks his thoughts on my pages I am often shown a new light… a new world

My dearest Sorrow… How could I not… I miss your sweet voice with its profound wisdom… come back!

Wow… amazing… I can not say thank you enough for the insight, knowledge and beautiful energy shared here and across this world… blessings of light and love… and thank you for inspiring me more than you can ever truly understand

I wait

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My face stings from the tears I yearned for… my mind splits from the knowledge I ran towards… my heart pains for the love I hid from… My soul aches simply to go home… 

 

Take me home… to my love… 

Free me from my mind. The mind of judgement with burdens too heavy… with implications too grand… 

Free me from my expectations. The expectations of others crash before my eyes… shedding shards that bleed my heart… that bleed my mind…

Free me from my tears… Shed for healing, yet come reeling in with fears

 

Escape these thoughts… throbbing through my head

Escape these visions…  with veils and shadows falling in my stead

 

Take me home… to where they wait with open arms… take me now… before I do more harm…

 

My eyes heavy… I see my love…

My mind is cloudy… as the sky above

For now I wait until dawn 

When the sun rises

All will be gone…

 

 

Until then my love… 

I wait