"The earth rises in my body
And tells my days to be its windows
And teaches my steps its name so they can be its letters
And birds.
I go through a path of wings like glass,
Transparent and have no shadow,
Free myself, trap my limbs within my limbs
And like the sparkle of a pearl
I strike the eyes and return to my pupils.
Who will give me a piece of paper to wrap incense and sandalwood,
Adorn it with dots like a bride's make-up, polish it,
Bless it with Koran's praise of the Madonna
Shake my roots of longing and dreams over it
And send it to the loved ones,
Full like an apple,
Fine and green like Khadir's colt."
- Adonis
Art: Sir Frank William Brangwyn (12 May 1867 – 11 June 1956), Welsh
And tells my days to be its windows
And teaches my steps its name so they can be its letters
And birds.
I go through a path of wings like glass,
Transparent and have no shadow,
Free myself, trap my limbs within my limbs
And like the sparkle of a pearl
I strike the eyes and return to my pupils.
Who will give me a piece of paper to wrap incense and sandalwood,
Adorn it with dots like a bride's make-up, polish it,
Bless it with Koran's praise of the Madonna
Shake my roots of longing and dreams over it
And send it to the loved ones,
Full like an apple,
Fine and green like Khadir's colt."
- Adonis
Art: Sir Frank William Brangwyn (12 May 1867 – 11 June 1956), Welsh
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ItVJ3ePlhoW8RpozqGtPi?si=DyQoc65jT6y9jZxkVyQo3A
New playlist is upon Spotify. This one is exploring Flesh and Desire, Longing and Communion in IV parts. Each part has its 10 songs:
I. The Invocation - Sacred Longing & Veiled Desire. Robed in reverence, the desire first awakens. Devotion before words. Longing. First hesitant steps toward the altar, where what is holy and what is human blur in the half-light.
II. The Velvet Vesper - Desire Becomes Prayer. Evening comes and the night is announcing herself. Confessions of desire. Desire as prayer. The desire responds and merging begins. Surrender to the mystery.
III. The Sacred Body - Flesh As Scripture. The body becomes text, each curve and hollow a verse to be read by knowing hands. We are both a supplicant and a deity in the temple of touch. Whispers become an ecstatic song.
IV. The Beatific Fade - Vanishing into Other. After crescendo comes the gentle diminuendo. Bodies cool like cooling stars. The self, momentarily scattered across the cosmos, slowly reforms. The material world reasserts itself, transformed by memory. What was revelation settles into bone. What was fire becomes ember-glow. The lovers part, carrying within them fragments of divinity, knowing they have brushed against something eternal in their temporary embrace.
New playlist is upon Spotify. This one is exploring Flesh and Desire, Longing and Communion in IV parts. Each part has its 10 songs:
I. The Invocation - Sacred Longing & Veiled Desire. Robed in reverence, the desire first awakens. Devotion before words. Longing. First hesitant steps toward the altar, where what is holy and what is human blur in the half-light.
II. The Velvet Vesper - Desire Becomes Prayer. Evening comes and the night is announcing herself. Confessions of desire. Desire as prayer. The desire responds and merging begins. Surrender to the mystery.
III. The Sacred Body - Flesh As Scripture. The body becomes text, each curve and hollow a verse to be read by knowing hands. We are both a supplicant and a deity in the temple of touch. Whispers become an ecstatic song.
IV. The Beatific Fade - Vanishing into Other. After crescendo comes the gentle diminuendo. Bodies cool like cooling stars. The self, momentarily scattered across the cosmos, slowly reforms. The material world reasserts itself, transformed by memory. What was revelation settles into bone. What was fire becomes ember-glow. The lovers part, carrying within them fragments of divinity, knowing they have brushed against something eternal in their temporary embrace.
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A Lover's Liturgy
Playlist · Orphic Inscendence · 40 items
Your heart's subway rumbles through my abandoned station,
Pass my silent platform, fleeting, without hesitation.
Drop your gaze along the tracks where my form lies bare,
Then vanish like a phantom, leave no whisper in the air.
Electric thoughts spark tremors through your wanting
frame,
Your wild imagination burns with pleasure's sacred flame.
In sweet delirium you surge, your passion breaks like thunder,
With one shuddering moment claim victory, blind to my wonder.
Art: "An Idyll", Rupert Bunny (29 September 1864 – 25 May 1947), Australian
Pass my silent platform, fleeting, without hesitation.
Drop your gaze along the tracks where my form lies bare,
Then vanish like a phantom, leave no whisper in the air.
Electric thoughts spark tremors through your wanting
frame,
Your wild imagination burns with pleasure's sacred flame.
In sweet delirium you surge, your passion breaks like thunder,
With one shuddering moment claim victory, blind to my wonder.
Art: "An Idyll", Rupert Bunny (29 September 1864 – 25 May 1947), Australian