NAKED TRUTH

Poem by Celestine

 When everything opens inside you,

The whole world's coming out

Like the last pain makes you naked in front of God,
The truth becomes my survival angel

Left into my soul's cage. 

 Holding up his palms,

Made home for my fear of being seen.

My naked truth embraced his chest,
With thrills of joy he lifted me up

Played my heart's story on the edge:

I was the truth inside.

The upper world was missing me.

 

Why fight with myself?

When the other me is half naked under my eyelashes?

Not in my time I shall forget 

All the lying slaves making love with my mind.

Those slaves of the drought Ego,

Fearful slaves of the truth.

Winking host of the death,

Thousands of butterflies were scattered.

Forgot to tell you how they put their wings on a cherry leaf.

Those wings were once my rusted cuffs.

The cuffs of my naked truth.
Somehow, 

One enclosed eye like some cufflinks

Took the end of my empty dreams.

 

 

Winter dance made me slip away.

My delirious glad eye darted a glance
At your truth's ceremony.

Like a missile of genuine creation, walking by

Some statements of how to breath the distrust

How to enchant the naked cadavers, 

In front of a fancy world.

My last dance under the shameful sky,

My last partner of oblivion that once lived inside me,

Before I was born to forget.

SMELLING LIKE THE SKY

Poem by Celestine

When God put me down the Earth

I took the heaven with me.

Inside the rain I hid my God

With Its smell of dawn

Drained from my veins.

 Heaven ordered them all,

To forget what I chose from it.

 

The immensity of the Earth snatched you,

When you quivered like an aspen leaf.

Your hands clasped the simmering down,

Of my burgeoning heart.

It's like airing my pores

When I conquer these worlds.

 The sky smelling like you

Your windy hair solacing my soul,

That day.

My dandelion calendar...

My flight calendar knelt you

When the exuded angel prayed for me:

I was smelling like the rain.

 

The back-lash of your detaching

 Away from the meat's smell. 

The fury like a tandrum inside the eye

The triangular eye of my God

Dragged the heaven inside your skin,

 I smelt heaven in you.

 

  Forgotten world of man

Revolved love inside those trees.

Tired leaves around your neck

When you danced with me,

The liberty song of the lunatics.

I was made for you,

But you forgot who made me.

Let the man consume what's left of this world

Sweet basil replaced your eyelashes

When deceiving the act of death.

Memory of me dying inside your sky

Such spell, such glamour, such love

Smeeling you...

Instead of a sky.

10 STEPS FOR THE AWAKENING

by Celestine

 The Time Lag means individual time chosen by every each of us in order to follow the steps of the awakening.
The Deviation means to push the limit and force it, for making the steps, in a time that we already chose it.

1

FIRST CHOICE (birth)

2

THE OBLIVION

3

THE SIGNS

4

THE DENIAL

5

THE STRUGGLE

6

THE AWARENESS

7

SELF-ACCEPTANCE

8

THE SECOND CHOICE (rebirth)

9

THE NEW IDENTITY

10

THE AWAKENING

BIRD FORM

designed by Sharlota Ban 

Our soul has bird form when we fly back.

Poem by Celestine 

 I was the master of the mute angels

Down on their knees, 
The cosmos appeared full of ants swept by the earth.

Bird-shaped,
Rested on a man's shoulder with hungry eyes
Watching his dreams:

Frugal dreams of a clay dance
Fell from the sky.

Bird-shaped dreams,
When man wanted Icarus wings.

Dance with me,

Hand in hand with death
Imitating the stars,

For God made the sky
In the form of a bird.

  
Bird-shaped,

Put the last God on Earth.

His noisy arms mesmerized the dawn

The heaven crucified by humans
Need bird wings to rise again. 
A new scintillation of love laid down on my shoulders.
I came to you in the form of a bird.

 

 Our bones grow when we die

In a world of fanatics I stood on my foot of light,

Made the epitome of how to use the wings

 Like a drain inside the heart made by the mortals.

THE TREASURE OF THE WING TREE

Poem by Celestine

God put the right eyes, to the right people

But the right people don't need eyes! 

Gave away my dreams in the race of life

Flying crazy over time.

I was his treasure,

Solitude pruning my death

With so many arms hid inside the pocket of times.

Dance into my ear,

Whispering the flight of gathering leaves,

At the wedding of your monomial heart.

Climbing the ladder of your soul,

You cheated the wind.

The tree inside your blue eyes

Was born to love the man,

Getting to the heaven oval leaf

With the hands behind his back.

The tree grew inside my heart

I was the chimney sweep of love.

I laid the sky down on the tree's chest 

Flying with his wing leaves,

I caught your smile.

 Lost among the leaves

You kissed the death on the cheek.

Why did you lift the treasure without crown,

When the trees die from the root?

You've jumped over the world,

Wallowing into the grass,

With giant strides you've stepped over the death,

 Thralling your fear of wings.

  

Hewers of wood and drawers of water

Dancing the anti-wing dance of the tree.

Leaf wings revolving your wounded chest

When you fly again!

Then you pulled the orphan word 

 Punishing my love with silence

Burning dance.

 

Levitation of the wing tree

Made me sleep under your arms.

Have you ever looked at my chest 

When you lifted me up from the morning's hell?

 It was the treasure of my wing tree,

The never-ending dream of flying

When you can't touch the land,

With your bare feet.

EXERCISING LOVE

RESTING INSIDE ME

 

Poem by Celestine 

Behold the tree of my vertical back

My denuded tree full of snakes

Left inside the church:

The church of my soul.

With tongues of fire,

The burden of angry elephants learned to die

They call it Patience:

Like resting inside of me.

 

Caducous  - Stop motion of my  perishable soul

 I am a different way to say NO 

To my alienation!

The whole murkiness 

Drenched my universe of leaves

Into the cup of your hand,

Dancing fingers of love.

designed by Ben Ryan

You told me:

 It's just their suffering looking for the form

The temporal illusion of being.

   Not everything that sees has eyes,

Long periplus of my heart when I desire

The endeavour of not giving,

Myself to this world.

The memory of "what if",

Like red tresses of an empty sun.

Crematory scene of the slumber,

When I die between your open eyes.
The father and the son inside the cell,

With no shelter of the Self,

No rite of redemption,

Just a cursed recall.

 Where shall I grope for,

When the amber soul of my world

Caught the butterflies in my stomach?

You were the last caterpillar, 

Resting inside me! 

 

My happiness is like a leap over self acceptance.

You told me:

Let us flee from those who made this world

A messy creation of bones.

 Crossing the bridge to the land of silence,

You made me pay.

There were a square and a circle,

A big envelope, named Love,

That covers my apprehension for nowhere.

My qualmish slumber of forever

Killing this world inside my ear.

I've glued your hand to my temple,

 So you can hear me!

 Every birth is a mistake, you said.

Like a Samurai word inside you

Seppuku of respectable ideas,

Of how to love me less. 

The way you touch my never ending shore

The next dream I was born into,

The world of the worlds!

 

  How was I?

 Do you see me?

Hazy presence of some Gods

Resting inside my pockets.

Tell me where shall I die

When my bursting heart cries out

For a piece of me?

 If the world stops there, where shall I stop myself?

On what roots should I climb?

What tree grows inside of a lie

Who sees the gap when your slippery hands

Demands the harvesting tears,

Of no more needs?

 I forgot to breathe inside your hand

Like a palindrome of the faith:

One God, 

Two Gods,

Three Gods.

When you get up to their chest

And read it backwards,

Dwelling in the same sky. 

Don't speak!

Don't betray the high words

Occlusive act for a mandatory nowhere!

No roots in time,

No fragrance inside the apple,

Only the temptation to my heavenly caducous:

My tree position into the Universe.

Same wind moving my tear down here

Same question of "Why"

Like the moisture inside my eye

When the last God stared at me.

   The sea gull reached the hidden path
Beyond the plebs with no grave to guard,

For I have learned to rest

Inside me!