Fadia el hage - kyrie فاديا الحاج

If I was an Alien

Would I approach the human?
To knock in the doors of yesterday, and
Mature before my sweat get icy scale
Catch the plait of visible sky with stars embroidered, and
Appear as a child with the eyes that shows the abundance inside

To touch goose bombs in his heart membrane, and
Pamper the nest of the stars in between two eyebrows
Smell the grape pollen from his eyelashes, and
Offer the goblet full of freshly pressed pomegranate
Hear the sound of his breath, and
Get in the front of his shadow
Absorb the rays of his rainbow aura, and
Sing in unison the universal melody that vibes LOVE

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Primordial "I"

19 layers of textile’s mist have folded the “I”
Watching from the distance
It looks bizarrely captured
We are in exile
With love intoxicated

Humanity shall see the rainbow
We emit from all “I- s”
The primordial “I” emerged amidst the crowd of human
To articulate love
Infra mezzo and ultra visible
With the velocity of the most knowledgeable Angel
The sages named NUN and rejoice the eternity and
A day after
To transfer wisdom for the Thirsty Souls
We are the thirsty souls and
We approach humbly
The icy jet of the eternal spring

Perkthimi nga Munir Mezyed

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Unusual I and The tiny mysteries

The hand of mercy sprinkled
A golden dust over and over
The lips of wisdom spoke silence
The womb of planet bears progeny
A spark of diamond in the dew of my tear
Boiling one
A drop of it to melt the ice cube of your heart
Usual you and usual I
As waterfall from the top of the hill
Lofty unusual I
Stands bewildered and obtuse
An oxymoron
That wants to examine
Here in its lab
Alas Love
And God forbid
We dry out slowly and sure
Homo nuovus has its saying
“Unless you are in love
You have no right to approach the unknown”








The tiny mysteries
He was telling me the mystery of Mispha
And the lingam washed with the milky water
Remained still

I came to a place called knowledge
Got aware of my ignorance

She was telling me the mystery of Delphi
And the white pigeon spoke in vein
From the heaven down to the isle

I came to a place called will
Moved heart- stones and multitude of passion

You were telling me the mystery of Gabriel
And the sounds of tiny bells
Under the myriads of flame rainbow wings

I came to a place called Love
Built my settlement of beloved and
The praying room in the middle
Of the temple
And I stand contrite
For all lost YOU

LoreenaMcKennitt-Sacred shabbat

The Mysterious World Of Loreena McKennitt

Deployment of fathom and Eternal present

Deployment of fathom

Master died all of sudden
We died prior to metamorphosis of butterfly
Our children again set the chess table
This time in cube
A silent shriek warns
Intelligencer bows its bones and flesh statue
In the front of place
Where the master use to sit
My two years old daughter shocked me again and thus in serial
Speechless she claim
Dad I love you but I don’t know why
Nor do I
I respond as certified imbecile
The constellation of Sagittarius in miniature
Found its space in my forehead
To send beams straight
To my hypothalamus and nurture it splendidly
Jupiter violates the territory of mortals
I’m the one alike
A yellow topaz bears nano- formula
A seed for another thousand years
We rejoice earthly wisdom
The noetic’ mock us
As we were mere single cell creatures
Yet unaware of their derision
Yet beyond all exoteric’
Prays in the altar of experiment
Full of breakable paraphernalia
We remain in the middle






Eternal present

Unless you become beautiful
You have no right to approach Beauty

If the one longs only for flowers
I shall bloom at once the entire spring

Until you leave the future behind
There’s no mere chance you make thou art a living influence

If I long only for eternal unknown
I tell you again I break this goblet
Into fragments and resurrect as phoenix
Then from my new goblet you may drink
Unpolluted vine
With the lips of deadly curse

Then my Art is for real