Come ye to Hades by the dark of night,
My hearts’ door is open, my candle burns bright,
Forget not your lyre or story to sing,
A fable of fire and promise you bring,
When I returned not, they say that you failed,
I would have the truth known, but it must be veiled.
Since we first learned
It has been the way of all Mysteries,
Truth for those with ears to hear,
Beauty for eyes that see without fear
Far from over, our story’s not done,
We live on in legend, united as one.
-- Botticellired
Illustration: Orpheus Leading Eurydice out of Hades by Corot
3 comments:
What a beautiful poem filled with mystery and initiatic lore. Namaste
A little confused , less confident . but in the right way .
All of them are telling him that his dream is forbidden . but by gathering all dreams of the man , his dream would become true . reality , his dream . the cosmic mission would be fulfilled in time . soldier and artist with the color of sensitivity he is painting his individuality . his rose is risen , but he miss her a lot . t .o .n .y
Unless we dream we travel through life without a map. A map is not absolute because it is published at some point in a reality that is constantly evolving.
We must remain flexible as use intuitive discovery to adjust the map, our dream, to reality.
War stems from the useless belief that we can alter reality to fit our dream.
Powerpeace
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