"THE WORLD BELOW" - Recorded

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THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

Six levels of the creation:

• Childhood dream
• Butterflies in the stomach
• Growing love
• Love's apogee
•  The waiting for 
• The end of the dream

A poem by Celestine

 

New wings for the sky walker
A painted ear was framed inside my heart;
I wanted a new identity to hear me out
Dragging down the whole Universe
Made a cosmic laughter in my pilgrim's soul,
Made a new flight for my human's agenda.

That green bone has defiled the world
 Devilish eye inspired by life,
Like a Menorah above those bowed foreheads.
But you took me into your arms, 
Crushing that green bone of  
 the dark angel...
Dressed up in white.

   

I've danced into the life's cruel palms,

Being crucified between its shoulders 

Left joy on that swing of hope
Made the circle of life spinning,
Around the beast's ankle.
His stuck-up heart surrounded my angel
with lies.

The Universe:
A huge cheek bone biting those spheres

A complete circle of energy holding your hands.
I made the world for you,
I made that temple of embracing life

 Condescending human's communion,

when I forged Eden.

Those hands, that touch...
A bit of my heart running towards my fear:
That fear!

Kadmon's incarnation of a betrayed God.

That madness bursting out into a womb

When we live the full circle.
Was I wrapped up in that book of glory?
 Was I a giant bulge of love
that exploded on Earth?

That onus ascribed to my angel
A fiery bosom friend that became a woman
Loveable creation by men rules'
A round cosmos playing by heart human's solitude.
A scintillating Universe swinging into the woman's lungs.

Singing like a violin the obsolete song
of a cross-shaped life,
Into a perfect circle! 

THE DETACHMENT LESSON

 Poem by Celestine

 

" The privilege of "seeing" before others  

was paid dearly on Earth.

Strange and contradictory is the mood of 

the human's crowd 

Whose progress is drawn to

the irresistible, being insulted by others while they open their eyes."

- KYBALION -

Heart is also a heart when you break it in two.

It's like a deep sigh,

Thrown in a shady recess of compromise and lies, 

Apparently curative.

Clung to a He or a She

 By sitting on your knees you are ready to re-create:

First you draw eyes, nose, mouth.

Then you decide to make a cheek bone line 

and perfect teeth.

She won with this smile,

The perfect key to your heart.

Why eye for an eye?

That prolonged vision out of the mirrors

Makes him elongate her concupiscence:

The external frame.

Stop drawing her next to him,

Stop drawing him next to her.

Let go your fear of being seen,

The way you are.

 Why let the hand on my leg?

Sitting on your knees and learn to demand:

For those beautiful eyes, smile, hair...

Not enough!

Need to resign from wanting something,

Sweet compromise of your numinous fear.

That collective imagination that you break into.

Gazing eyes dominating your fear...

Transformed your Ego into a perfect kneeler.

  

Flirtation.
Folded meanders of the archetype.

Sinusoidal rite gasps out of the truth

But you do not want the truth,

Oh, no ...

You want her to be broken from your own rib:

Possession.

Wavy hair, blue eyes, fleshy wet mouth:

Confidence of the Creator.

 Then she smiles:

The belonging, the ownership.

Another way of saying:

I want you.  

He rived the dark wings and gave life breath

 For those detached to bare these hands,

The hands who built us, free.

Where were we when the sky fell down on Earth?

The entire love was submerged 

In the middle of your chest.

Swim inside yourself!
 

Why hand in hand?

When through the oval,

The bond was made!

The almond shape of the Universe,

Ready to give birth without strings.

 Why crying for the seed,

When the wind spread it all over? 

 

Stolen moments are designed over the years: 

 The detachment theory about Love:

No need for policy,

No need for a butterfly bow 

To keep down man's dreams,

Inside of a memory.

 

Stay still so I can touch your face,

 Redundancy of the past, 

In no motion. 

The biggest hoax of humanity overlaps the

main script:

The attachment! 

The lie you breathe when you're hardly alone. 

She was beautiful,

Just when she felt abandoned

Next to a morning coffee.

Typical script when she started all over

Like a Dionysian silence sipping the whole world.

 She bares her head like a victim,

In front of a man.

 That crumpled theory about Love

Was in fact the odious drawing about the future:

The no-guarantee! 

CELESTINE VISION

Down to the sky

I let the sun go by this world of fears

For the light that guided me

was the celestial light.

by Celestine

I have been given the right to fly

My upside-down sky took away this right.

I put the sea above and learned to swim among those clouds.

How is to find the sun at shore...

To step over it,

Burnt feet, sand in the yellow eye

No rain under my eyelashes,

No God above... to dominate my world

In reverse.

How big was my sea, 
In gentle breast, cut?

I proceeded to light,

Just walking across the sky.

You know the dance of the Earth,

When you rotate the head of a deer?

It's like a child with the face full of tears,
The sea was made out of them.

Did you ever hear the sea' song?

The flurry inside my heart

Belongs to it:

I was born inside this war.

The waterfall of my celestial light

Falling down the sea
Made of cloudy bones, iron dreams and sweet lies.

My inside-out house of illusions,

All falling into my sky, beneath.

How is to pray to the sea, out of the reason

To put the moon in the middle of it,

To drown the stars inside a fish's mouth

To let them breath the sky below.

For ages I prayed to walk on heaven, made of sand
No gloves when the angels touched me,
Pouring with fish bones on my shoulders.
That waterfall of dreams
Fell under my feet.

That kiss,

Under the soles of the world.

Above the star's thieves I put human's dreams,

They see me when I die inside them
But when I stole that kiss...
They covered their senses.

How big was my world,

Dressed up with grass and trees coiled.

Breast of lamb I had none,
I was my own hero when I felt your cheek under my lips
So much light inside my eye
Like a glimpse, that moment...
That kiss...

Under my feet died.

With the will of God into my pockets,

Reaching out for my butterfly destiny,

Wandering among the hosts of angels.

Once I got into heaven next to you.
Then you flew back on my finger,
Soft wings touching my true North

Soft pointed finger of the other Me,
Came into my light...
Making your home beneath my sky.

And they got me,

With all this waste and longing.

They said that I am beautiful

When I stop my heart beating and I lock it up,

Thy put me to a nowhere sky.

A sky you'll never touch,

Without climbing my celestial light.