088 - The Bouquet of the Soul
A Good Morning, a Smile, and a Kiss in the Air!
Your Kiss was transformed into a Butterfly.
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er;">It came and perched upon my own Flower.The Flower is the higher vision,
(An-thos in Greek language, as "Higher View"),
within my Thought, in the temple of my Soul.
Your Butterfly
carried the pollen from the Flower where it began,
that is, from you, my Soul.
The Action brought Reaction.
Immediately, in the garden of my Soul,
the blossom of my Flower
was fertilized and multiplied.
It became a Bouquet of Soul-flowers,
to return the Fragrance to you,
to your own Soul!
- My Soul!
I thanked you outwardly with a Smile.
In this way, I returned the Joy you offered me.
- My Soul!
The time has come to clothe yourself in Patience,
to read a long Greek Mantinada I wrote for you.
I may not be able to give you palaces,
but I can lighten the burden of your Soul.
I will tell you a story;
my only desire is to bring you joy.
A beautiful Butterfly left from you,
and came to rest upon me, my dear heart.
You sent it as a gift to thank me,
and I prepared a gift for your happiness in return.
It cannot be touched or eaten;
perhaps it has no material value.
But you know the effort I put into its preparation.
It is invisible, yet it is true.
A "Bouquet of the Soul" for you, my Life.
I wrapped it up to deliver it to you;
each little blossom a wish dedicated to you.
Know that I have you in my mind,
every moment, every minute my little talisman.
You have become the heartbeat in my words;
the day begins and ends with you.
I cannot close my eyes all day;
I think of you constantly, and at night I sigh.
With you, my Love, I wake,
and with you I face the evening.
I yearn for you
and I feel myself changing.
Something has happened to my heart;
it won’t stop racing.
Should I run to the doctor to see what is wrong?
It beats so fast I think it will break.
The doctor told me:
"Calm down, rest a little.
Breathe slower so it may subside."
Like a small boat that has sprung a leak,
you feel like you are sinking.
Deep emotions make you feel afraid.
He told me:
"Lie down, sleep a bit.
I want you to relax now in your bed."
Immediately I left and went home;
I must sleep, to close my eyes for a while.
Perhaps I will see you there again,
and perhaps something will happen.
I miss you, my eyes; I miss you, my life.
Is it called Eros?
Is it called Longing?
I truly don’t know what I feel, my Soul.
Do not let your mind go to something "bad" or "shrewd".
I simply desire to have you in my life.
Oh, if only I could see you up close for a moment,
to read you a quick fairy tale.
I know I am "naughty" toward you,
but rest assured: I do not intrude into your courtyard.
I respect your garden and I simply admire it.
Unless you tell me to enter,I stand hesitant outside.
I admire the form of your body,
but I bow even more to your upbringing.
The one who raised you deserves a thousand gifts.
I believe her name must have been Pandora,
because she gave you as a gift to this creation.
For the whole world to see and admire you.
Some lucky ones came near you and saw you;
they were instantly lost in the "Fragrance of your Soul".
The same happened to me when I first saw you.
I breathed your scent and lost my own sense of smell,
but that fragrance remained in my life forever.
I wanted to write to you about this experience,
but where could I find the space to compose it?
I wanted you to fit onto a page,
but you cannot be contained within sheets of paper.
So, I moved with the pace of our era,
and wrote it on the PC instead of paper.
A digital document for you, my Soul,
so I can record my thoughts here.
Forgive my exaggeration, my beauty.
I am starting a journey now with you
as my fellow traveler.
Or am I alone and you are an illusion?
I will chart this little journey for you;
I have started it
and I want to reach the destination.
Do not ask me where;
I haven’t learned yet.
I will set sail for the place you desire.
In all the world I traveled, I saw only one thing:
your absence, which I named Hope.
Hope that I might find you and meet you,
so I can start my life anew.
Just as I was ready to set sail again,
the moment I gazed upon you,
I needed courage.
Whatever I do or say,
let it not become a burden to you.
I must give you a new thought, a new name,
and with this name, light up the world.
The new name I gave you is The Lighthouse.
Because you lit my way,
so that Death would not take me.
You placed Light within my Essence,
and my life gained immense value.
When I glimpsed your Light,I wanted to take it
and keep it in my heart forever.
I told you earlier that I feel like I'm sinking,
but with your Light now, I shine and I change.
Now I am no longer afraid; I have gained Worth,
because you water the mind with Light and Essence.
I see your Soul as a sea,
my dear, and I travel there.
I swim in your ocean and sail in happiness.
There, you can bring storms where others sank like ships.
But you transform and become "like oil",
so that their souls do not end up in Hades.
Love and compassion reside in your Soul.
I will sing of your excellence all day long.
I did not "hunt" you, I want you to know that.
I don't know if it was fated perhaps you know?
I lay down to rest a little,but I didn't sleep a wink
from the anticipation of my "mission" at dawn.
And now I run quickly back to the garden
the Garden of the Soul to dwell there.
To feed my dreams quickly with
Light and Essenceso they may grow.
They will give their blossoms back to Humanity.
I went to the garden of the Soul to pick flowers
each flower a thought of mine to deliver to you.
The fragrance of my soul from many flowers
will perhaps one day become beautiful songs.
Yes, I dedicate the fragrance of the Soul to you;
wear it so I may look upon you with pride.
I want you to read this and travel there.
Find the one who wrote it and forgive him
"forgive" meaning to give him space
within the home of your heart.
For he is sincere and full of integrity.
Let him eat at your table,his soul nourished by your crumbs.
Your food is always Nectar and Ambrosia,
offered with joy for Immortality.
You grant immortality to mortals who possess you,
so they may rejoice and taste the Light and your fragrance.
Thank you for letting me see into your heart,
to see the seat of the Soul.
When I saw deeper into your heart,
I chose to fight to stay here near you.
It is legitimate for me to want what I want,
but it is "proper" and "right" for the other to want it too.
The "must" belongs to authority;
the "proper" belongs to Value.
The first is pressure; the other is freedom.
I felt this "Soul-Alloy" early on,
and I wanted to slowly reach that place with you.
That is why I wrote these things, to prepare you.
My Soul, I never wanted to frighten you.
If I did, I shout a thousand apologies.
I only wanted to give you joy.
If I didn’t succeed, may I not be saved.
My Life, if you didn’t like this little poem, forget it
I wrote you a fairy tale too.
And if that doesn’t touch you either,
throw them both into the Lake of Oblivion.
Let them sink to the bottom immediately,
so they never upset your Soul.
I know I tired you, and I ask for your forgiveness.
It takes courage to tell this story.
I know you didn't want me to write anything,
but ask me I’m about to burst.
This is a "Confession of the Soul," you know it.
But I will not enter a prison, even if you wish it.
I am free and I Love Me,
because I Loved You.
To read this story,
I built you a starship so you can fly away.
These things don't happen here, in this physical space,
but Souls can—if only they wish it.
My heart, I bid you farewell, full of harmony.
My being now swims in happiness.
If I gave you sorrow on top of your burdens,
when you see me in person, do not spare me.
Come and slap this audacity of mine.
But if I gave you joy amidst your sorrows,
send your butterfly again for me to catch.
This story has reached its end.
But do not think you will ever be an "end" for me.
The reason is a wound: The arrow of Eros!
You are my cure, my heart, my soul,
when I have you in my mind.
I thank you from my heart, my Soul, my Angel!
Light, my little Rose, my Higher Self!
- My Soul!
- Thank you for the Butterfly you sent me!
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