North is the site where the wind begotten Love
and transported the whims of the unripe Soul
She bears the name of the Flower from Turkmenistan
which is brought to Europe very late
Lala is my soul mate, a grandma who fall in Love with
the senile sage who dwells in the body of 39 years;
The Theurgist, recently prepared to receive
the Grand Message
the Message of whom comes from above and
stands in the bottom of the purified heart
it stands as role of Tachyon- ic fabric, a sensitive
Love-Knowledge Organza
A mid-layer; a dimension between
Inspiration and Revelation
Under the Maple tree she used to meditate and she
built the pink ray room for the chanting
the Divine names
with the rosary of her Blood -cells.
She mad a maple syrup that leaked from
the Throat to His navel
as honey mixed with Cinnamon in
a Tantric unification of bodies
and became a drop of Divine Mercy
She repeated; don't worry Destiny;
they try even to steal your dreams,
not only words but Destiny I wake up
early at the song of the rooster
for the morning awakening of the nature
and gratitude to Almighty
for bestowing me another day of life;
I repeat each morning your words;
you can't learn poetry; it is God's gift
and it comes only from His Mercy
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