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Ombra Mai Fui - The Last Roses Are You

 

Ombra mai fui: The Last Roses are you

© 2016 Barbara M Schwarz

 

Purple Eyes Publishing (PEP)

the value of knowing

 

Published by PEP at Shakespir

ISBN: 978-1-910774-63-2

 

 

 

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On the front cover: “Something I discover – irrigation free at the source eternity” 2016

 

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Acknowledgements

For those who keep enjoying what they see – may they live most happily.

And I breathe free my own eternity.

 

 

Ombra mai fui: The last roses are you

 

 

Ombra mai fui

The last roses are you

 

Gold Dust Lust

Moves Through All Of Us

 

She is not like one of us

And the simple word can hush

 

Where is now the recognition

Where is instant re-ignition

 

Except this mystery

What is left that I can see?

 

And I moved a little closer to

What it was that I once knew

In such seasons turned anew

What was left was not new

What was left could always hew

Better, greater things to do

 

What was left was old not new

What was left had no purview

What was left had just come through

 

Touching deep inside of you

The mystery proclaims

“You see me dance with rains

You see me dance with sun

You see the seasons I become

Alive to everyone”

 

Antipathy was not so much an enemy

but just a trundling through

of all the things you could do,

but then again you knew,

 

The seasons’ call had ended you

and now there was no more

that you could ever stall

that was not there before

 

Before the world began

A single spirit sang

 

Before the world proclaimed

The single spirit aimed

 

Higher than before

Open now the wider door

And the empty roar ahead

 

“Not much here”, I now said

 

The mystery lies in its bed

alien to a source

(the river runs its own course)

 

And though you think you see

We know it yet to be

 

a cacophony that wells into the gloom

the empty spirit tomb

 

for you cannot begin

with your soul to sing

 

if you are caught in everything

that leaves no mark on desire

 

see the pyre ever higher

of once discarded play

 

but the sunshine anyway

swept the clouds away

 

and beckons (me) now to say

the sense that what is true

is all around you

 

the sense that what is real

is a gently lifted veil

where all your courage pail

into a dropping song

 

the water moved along

the source was not a throng

of heaving that prolong

 

it simply did its thing

“the watering”

 

the watering of soul

a simple message whole

 

when the universe disperse

it is the single verse

that whispers to rehearse

with you what you have learned

and once thought true

 

was fluid like the ocean blue

 

a simple walk with all of you

into the great terrain

we call good earth again

 

and I cannot recall how I managed

no not at all

 

the feather stall the wind

as if a moment to rescind

the beauty of the flow

captured in the earth

we know

 

and entombed in our hearts

the whispers that great memory

starts

at a single source

 

the water course and vein

right to your path again

a sense you cannot know

where it all shall go

 

for to the source the origin know

 

and to the force the gentleness grow

 

to simply always see

 

“life’s so much more bigger than me”

 

Tao Te Ching a mirage of my wondering

a clanging of my bell

but you shall know so well

earth has its own spell

 

of sweetness and desire

when we all aspire to be

singing in sweet harmony

 

the happy soul can see:

“the spirit moved (even) me”

 

eventually we see

the humming of the bee

the willow and the tree

 

and life’s great energy

returns as to one source

 

it was the final course

the river took its source

melded into one

for there the mystery

had once begun

 

seasons in the sun

seasons in its wake

oh how the water snake

when we our lives create

and see

a singing hymn reality

 

and bigger than before

all seasons knocking on my

door and I am welded in

 

my body now shall begin

to train in athlete pose

for there the knowledge grows

that life is lived in flows

of never-ending shows

 

and twinkling all around

the star dust I have found

scatters golden dust

the icing on the crust

of what we each desire

 

we march to death and funeral

pyre,

but yet along the way,

 

we heard a wise voice say

“It is today you see

life’s hybrid energy

 

It is today you know

what calls your life

to final flow”

 

The fourth dimension show

twinkle star dust deep below

 

and I am left to see

“A world so much bigger than me”

 

I left without confusion

the joy of life profusion

 

reigned in a colour zone

that always seemed like my fresh home

 

and though I knew not where to go

I felt the fresh air open flow

 

and simply call to me

 

“busy busy bee

lets applaud eternity”

 

and then I really knew

the colour that splashed through

were moments in the sun

 

the joy of life in everyone,

and though I wanted to refrain

 

the source said “why not come again,

and again and again and again…

 

we think it’s really plain

but see how the earth moves yet again”

 

and so I really knew

I’d inched back to the source that grew

deep inside my head and had helped my soul

to wed what the greater spirit said

 

“A season’s in your midst

there is no twist and turn

when infinity burn

all that you now learn

 

your heart can now catch fire

with a much deeper desire

to always come on through

when the seasons call to you”

 

And a final thing, I do

is wish a season’s blessing fully on you

 

for I cannot repeat

what would make it less complete

 

I cannot concur

what it is that makes me purr

 

I cannot digest

a single source of happiness

 

I cannot just do

what it is you think and knew

 

and so I said to you:

the deep depths ocean blue

are what you need to see

alive to harmony

 

and I wanted now to carry on

with a different song

but related all and one

 

perhaps you start to see

it’s all infinitely

bound to reality

 

and so I inch back to

words that I once knew

 

that meant so much more

than I could ever ignore

 

and so I start to see

a limitless reality

 

is beckoning me explore

where I had been before

 

and the roar at my side

as the wind deep collide

 

hits the heart slide

as the spirit can glide

into an open source

 

where the water ran its course.

 

Blessings one and all

Blessings that stand tall

 

in the knowledge we are small

and yet in the vastness of it all

 

we are swimming free

into new reality.

 

Tao Te Ching -

I wanted now to sing

 

but you already know everything

that could ever give a heart its wing

 

and so I say to you:

Good luck in all you do!

 

Last roses I had sought

but now just came the thought

 

that blossoming all around

the source that is profound

is holy on our ground

 

and eager just to say

 

“play it anyway

what you had loved so far away”

 

and Ombra mai fui = the last roses are you

to change your bark and feel the spark

of living life anew in the environment

that put you at the centre of a field

great shelter to yield

 

(the plane tree you will see

is life’s own source of destiny)

 

ombra mai fui

a final time I call out to you

and know that in my heart

I have made the greatest start

 

to always ever see

infinity that beckon me

out to the very sea

of living life so easily

 

and ombra mai fui

a last time I play you

and sing in full gusto

 

this is the life I used to know

this is the life that time will show

had enough energy to grow

 

and blossom quite profound

in an earth so round

 

3-D: here now the eventually

and here now I see

the marvellous life that’s yet to be

growing as a tree

stretched out to eternity

 

ombra mai fui -

a last little whisper I bring to you

 

and as I settled in

the gold dust moved to bring

 

a simple twinkle source

 

the river ran its course

 

deep into my soul

 

and enveloped me whole

 

source and origin

where it all begin

the vast nothing

 

of what can echo through

 

when life absorbs you

 

in colours bright and blue

 

to twinkle life through

 

and though I carry on

I hope to rest

but move along

 

the song that moves so free

is at its own mercy

 

and carries me forth

beyond my south

beyond my north

 

and a fork in the road

is nothing but a sense to hold

an element of time

I knew at once to be divine

 

and twinkled on my brow

the sunlight caught me now

 

twinkling vast and free

happy in eternity.

 

Gold dust lust

moves through all of us

 

and on a crust of earth

we feel our second berth

 

skating out to sea

a brand new eternity.

 

And ombra mai fui

the last roses I knew

scented the earth with you.

 

 

Purple Eyes Publishing

 

Thank you for being with me this season.

 

May life always blossom through and irrigate your life anew.

 


Ombra Mai Fui - The Last Roses Are You

A quiet contemplation - a simple source sensation - when all is back in flow - the element that show is that there is nowhere left to go except to origin below. In a trigger and a thought, all worlds at once cavort, but the element so still, the fresh air will to see: a greater form of destiny. Quietly I exude, quietly I conclude and from the stage I leave: an element that cannot reprieve how life receive at origin source, the river as a water course.

  • ISBN: 9781910774632
  • Author: [email protected]
  • Published: 2016-06-19 15:50:07
  • Words: 1658
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