the snowy realms

"...have you entered the storehouses of the snow...?"

                                                -Job 38.22

 

upon each snowflake

                unfalling

something even now

                unstepping

through the verdigris

                unreaching

cataphatic bliss

                unfinding

thixoptric knowers

                unknowing

 

children dreaming dreams

                unfolding

 

theosic seekers

                unseeking

catroptic insight

                unseeing

through the crystaline

                undying

nothing even now

                uncloaking

within all snowflakes

                unmelting

 

love loving lovers

                enfolding

 

within the snowy realms of the still unborn

my brighter love uncomplicating lovers

beyond the undying snows of that unborn

 

"...the Son of God became man, that we might become God..."

                                                                                -St. Athanasius of Alexandria

 

mark emmanuel christopher valentine

 

(© october 20, 2006)

note: The Divine Rosary contains four mysterious circles, the fourth and last  -  The Mysteries of Light  are the legacy of John Paul II; this poem is a reflection upon that circle and those mysteries.  To explore The Luminous Mysteries: http://www.circleofprayer.com/mysteries-of-light.html. To explore the how Science meets Religion in Water Crystals  http://www.life-enthusiast.com/twilight/research_emoto.htm,

autumn's rhapsody

oh my silver goddess

                                    my woodland queen

i wander from summer into leaves falling
burnt to brilliance from laughing in the sun
gracefully fading amidst dying fire
within the dark womb of love's arising

constellations may fade to nothing

                                                         yet still leaves are dancing
mysterious brilliance fading far beyond autumn's pale light

how sweet it now is not to miss your steps

catching you as you are in your leaving
summer's sweet dream ever deeper within
molten embers of leaves auguring dream
promise of first snow

                                  winter's scent

                                                          calling

the dancing leaves whisper i adore you
worshipping you

                            fire shadows start fluting
high harmony to a leaf drunk minstrel

i am here

                you are there

                                        i am here still

shadow whirling within fleeting shadow

spinning out liquid amber threads of silk

setting autumn's heart a purple glimmer

suchness leaving kindles a sacred fire

before you i leaf

                           after you i fall

                                                 as i am you are

leaving me as i am falling to you as we are becoming
one silver goddess leaving leaves a leaf golden wood

dancing amidst a bonfire of such swirling

crowned in briars set with berries of fire

i will leave such golden forest no more

 

oh my woodland goddess

                                          my silver queen

no longer will i be love's mute minstrel

i sing a dance with words that dance in me

 

dance me golden as you never danced before      

oh faery goddess of the leaf golden wood

dance me

                 foil swirling foil

                                         to the forest floor

 

mark emmanuel christopher valentine

 

mon desir

(st. palais sur mer, france)

 

“…as we know ourselves our dreams become our realities…”

                                                                -dafree whitewolfe

 

when first you valsed into my luting sphere

dansing upon tensile waves still seeking shore

not unaware that the gold moon was ripe

by such nocturnes as these is thirst made pure

 

                within reach but beyond hermetic grasp

                too close but not close enough mon desir

                the congeries of your beauty being

               

                                less yet more as should be than truth itself

 

so dreaming i awoke within a dream

 

to sing

                                of such beauty as beguiles truth

to be obsessed

                                 with knowing that unknown

bruising the tender earth with each soft step

 

                i found while wandering in bright dream

                where each sky is always a darker blue

                and stars cradle messianic rainbows

                in what was certainly a miracle

                floating over your head diamonds crowning

                the fluidity of dawn in your eyes

 

                i could say your body is beautiful

                carelessly i could say it as men do

                and speaking truth fail in describing it

               

                for love when not stained by love decays

 

                the supple body

                                            subtle mind

                                                                 soft heart

 

beautiful though each may indeed seem

                are mere mirrors of our refining souls

                gently illuminating the kosmos

 

to speak

                                of truth is to pursue virtue

danse mythic circles on holy mountains

or free with our each breath

                                                                a dragonfly

 

so if i sing of beauty sans either

i lie

       for mere words do not

                                           cannot speak

of such numinous triangulation

 

your very existence substantiates

the hummingbird hovering in the rain

and hints more at secrets still virgins hide

 

but you are more than such images

                                                        much more

 

you remain the mysterious logos

that always unspoken magical word

linking us

                                a chain always unbroken

embracing all forms as love loving love

as infinite seas kissing endless shores

 

so you enter my lungs on a raindrop

as a crisp mist of crystalline salt you

quiver my flesh with quilts of foam or sand

the cardinal source of all whetting dreams

 

and amidst shifting sands and cloudy skies

i sing myself into an albatross

 

as my ears listen so my eyes perceive

eyes tinted blue by your fluidity

and other eyes we do not understand

crashing sunsets hiding diamonds in roses

transform ice to fire make evil divine

 

i see

                 i hear

 

                                 i touch

                                                 i kiss

 

your soul slowly evolving as my soul

mon desir past christ’s desire for all souls

 

so dreaming you awake me beyond dream

 

                                more is never enough of such beauty

 

the aggregates of your wonders unknown

too far but not far enough mon cherie

beyond reach but within my cobalt soul

 

bliss arising from an  absolute thirst

not unaware that fullness is emptiness

even stardust seeks illumination

are you that lute that i am becoming

 

o mon seul cherie

no nearer lest  grasping disenthrall my soul

                                o mon seul desir

 

mark emmanuel christopher valentine (august 12-20, 2006)