Eva Pálházi - Private open letters to my spiritual twin
"What you seek is seeking you" - Rumi
Becomes translucent ...
How could I give more to you, than God's gift?
Can the Sun radiate more, than his light,
or can the Moon escape the dark and sift
her magic rays beyond the mystic night?
How could I tell you something, more nicer
and greater ... words of affection's blessing
fall from my soul, they stir, just like a whirl,
celebrate gladly this prophesied meeting.
How could I show the truth ... it's unseen, bared;
one day at Home we'll meet again, and laugh
together at the man, who once was scared
to see unconditional love's paraph.
From birth to death, life after life, ancient
illusions' veil once becomes translucent.
I'm lucky. I've got a heavenly gift. A meeting that took place in virtual space, on the world's largest, interactive poetry site.
An encounter, that lifted me up and tossed me down in an emotional roller coaster. An encounter, that teached me both self-esteem and self-confidence, both betrayal and cheating. A hellish ascension, that's final result was my rebirth.
My material nature and my perspicacious spirit interpreted the events parallelly. This way the ancient "love triangle" story's virtual variation got new meaning. This way a virtually cheated woman's sorrow became to generally applicable, edifying spiritual lesson.
I'm grateful for God, who found me to be appropriate and worthy onto this task.
Just close your eyes, and imagine an albatross, as she dives the water to catch a fish, then lifts off with the prey, back to air, to her true living space.
The Earthly woman's experiences became analyzed in a higher ethereal level.
Hereinafter you may read some very personal snapshots of my unexpected life lesson's unimaginably painful and uplifting, terrible and amazingly magical steps.
These are those fishes, that were lifted up, beyond the down-puller water surface.
We arrive Home, at the end ...
Angelic wings swish through ethereal
innocence, we arrive Home, at the end,
come, and hold my hand, whilst material
vision's frightening monsters fade, my friend;
watch, as two soaring soul's used disguise falls
apart in the ancient light's calling sooth,
feel, this flight is so light, through seeming walls
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
“What you seek is seeking you.”
“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.”
“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.”
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”
“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?”
