Genova Maaa my mother Poems

When love awakens the soul,
when it fills us with a pure joy,
then the love is real.
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Almighty God,
give me healing hands.
Millions are suffering.
Millions are sick.
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We may not come
to the knowing
of our own soul
until we first
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Lucidity seems to be an enormously
enhanced form of the true poetic
consciousness of „otherness" in natural things.
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I sought for the one whom my heart loves
My heart never even told me about it.

I feel the movements of the love of my heart.
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When the mystical instinct
awakes in someone,
the subject slowly discovers
certain tastes or qualities,
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Piercing through the labyrinth of branches
I see you shine in golden colours
on the blue mountains.
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From the initial state of mystic pleasure
to the complimentary state of pain,
the self oscillates to and fro, on and on.
The torment of contrition adds to the flavour.
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Into the world of pools
the sun just dipped
stripped and naked by its own will.
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Intense desire is born
to confirm to Reality
in its aspects of goodness,
of beauty, or of love.
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