mysteryal

Tuba Dei by ~srbn on deviantART

The beating of hearts
and the star wind ...
Star Road ...
Melting stars
at dawn ...

the rise of shining-
pulsar of
rhythmical assonances...
tinges...
the golden City...

I like a butterfly that flying to a flame
in irresistible anguish
towards Love - to the heavenly land,
where I will be called "Beloved..."
where every hour is incomparable,
and not knowing inclement weather...
heavenly land - Love,
land - Love,
and only in that Land
happiness exists...

Now I'm crying before You,
from world ejected once again,
For only You will give me Love -
here are those, who only by You prechosen,
filled with spring completely,
that passed obstacles and misfortunes...
Love - spring land
spring land,
and only in that Land
happiness exists...

An autumn legend –
just where the road ends
old poet's cabin
Did I ever dream
that spring come so soon?
Old apple-tree blooming

...I was seeking what could forget
easterly wind, that flew by -
here, the child's far dreams,
and drawings... I have not noticed them...

I will come in a lonely park,
where mist is rustling with leaves -
I will breath your name like a steam
and the heart will cover with you...

I took my way through the Silence valley
In which the heady sagebrush
Gave me a warm and loving breath
From rocks of evening cliffs.
And the silver feather grass
Called me to the Father's Land
With the dispensing of fluffy waves.
I walked on lead by the star
Of the silence and boundless words
The sounds of the music around
And the depth was breathing at Christ's chest
And I drank that purity.
My eyes behold the horizon
The Blue Sky sounded
Like a gilt string
And the clouds were floating low
Covering everything with soft light
And the Spring washed my feet
With pure moisture of the morning dew
And with divine kindness
soothed my face with wind
I took my way through the Silence valley
In which the heady sagebrush
Gave me a warm and loving breath
From rocks of evening cliffs.
And the silver feather grass
Called me to the Father's Land
With the dispensing of fluffy waves.

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Virgin came to a secret garden -
Moonlit road,
What do you do alone
Far away from God?

Sharp-sighted beast lives in darkness,
Guarding the tree -
The sweet poison, forbidden fruit
The virgin thirst to see.

Gevaudan, de Gevaudan -
Dark-red heather,
Winter shroud and lasso-arcanum
The angel of the black masses (liturgy).

Garden covered with snow,
Ice - the slab of tomb,
It happened so long ago -
Faces came to ashes.

Virgins will say:
"It's a fairy tale, fable!"
To walk by this road,
Forgetting about the heaven.

Gevaudan, de Gevaudan -
Dark-red heather,
Winter shroud and lasso-arcanum
The angel of the black masses (liturgy).

Virgin came to a secret garden
Moonlit road
What do you do alone
Far away from God?

white light of beautiful lilies
where is the scattering of stars
the face of invisible waters ...

o, jardin d'hiver
lumière de cristal - espace
des cordes d'argent...

O Jesu nomen dulce
Nomen admirabile
Nomen confortans
Quid enim canitur suavius
Quid auditur jucundius
Quid cogitatur dulcius
Quam Jesus Dei filius.

O nomen Jesu, verus animae cibus
In ore mel, in aure melos,
in corde laetitia mea
Tuum itaque nomen, dulcissime Jesu,
in aeternum in ore meo portabo.



O Jesus, sweet name!
Admirable name!
Comforting name!
What truly is sung more sweetly?
What is heard more pleasantly?
What is thought of more dear?
Who but Jesus, God’s Son?

O name of Jesus, true food of the soul!
Honey in my mouth, song in my ear,
source of delight in my heart!
Therefore your name, sweetest Jesus,
I will carry in my mouth into eternity!

Totem of candle burns from the side plane.
Smokes magic sphere.
At a promenade of Lucifer
shadow of humpbacked priest.
Deadman will shelter dead
from cradle to grave...
And doom's pitchfork will pass
by the dial plate of monk...


«...Sleep. Those little slices of Death. How I loathe them...»
Edgar Allan Poe

Being tired I fell on my couch,
My heart grew weary
Surrounded by silence
I sought Your face
I just wanted peace
from all earthly worries and sorrows
And I saw a vision -
Kind face and eternal light
Your hands were stretched
Like wings
So that the children could
hide in them
From the cold and wind...
And Your face was shining
As the sun at noon
And Your garments were
stretching down to the high steps...

Long way to the sunset, I had not time to walk,
I am tired to walk by the lonely path...
There is no stars and there is no moon - sky is black tent
Like a cerement opened above me...

Blazon of forgotten dream already decayed on the shield
Faithful horse dies in a foreign land...
All friends have found signet-rings of noble ladies,
Only I all alone on the earth to this day...

And in sorrow I fell asleep at the destroyed gates
I wished never, never wake up...
And I saw in a dream garden behind a ruins,
I turned to it to touch the flowers...

Great Lady came out from there to meet me,
And near to her was cavalierly deer,
The moon at her feet, her face is bright from stars and lilies
In her hands - Grail with living water...
And I prayed - oh, give me to drink
from this chalice of your immortal Love...
But she says - what for you, knight,
Need holy source on the palms of mine...
As only your lips will touch,
You will forget your home and your lands...
And you will can not by another water
To quench the thirst in your soul...

Just tell what for you need, with my beauty,
Source of holy Love, that is now open...
Just what for you need with an unearthly beauty,
Source of my Love that to world is open...

I wept long, and tears like dew
awakened me from a long sleep...
I searched everywhere that Virgin holy
That with the rise went like pavane of spring...
Lost peace in my heart, I looked for it in the world -
Forget myself, had wandered again...
I had not found still among men -
Unearthly light, and that unearthly love...
And then I went back to the forgotten garden
At the autumn leaves I fell asleep in sorrow...
And again I see the beautiful Lady
To her palms clinged deer of stars...
And I prayed - oh, give me to drink
from this chalice of your immortal Love...
And she says - drink, oh, knight,
Source of eternal days in the palms of mine...

Now drink Love with unearthly beauty -
Source of eternal days in the palms of mine...

Seulement pourquoi a toi - avec la beaute celeste
La source de mon amour, quete ouvert a present.
Maintenant je bois l'amour avec la beaute celeste -
La source des jours eternelles dans mes pommes.

I - am The Bible.
I - am The New Testament.
I - am The Living Word,
That Sounds - That Not Dead - written on wood and paper,
but Resurrected.
I - am Jehovah.
I - am Amen.
I - am The Shekinah - The Presence of Love,
I - am The Love.
Come unto Me, calling themselves Christians,
Come unto Me, calling themselves the children of Abraham,
that gone into external symbols.
I - am the Resurrection.
I am, Who I am...

אני - המקרא
אני - הברית החדשה
אנכי - דבר חי,
אשר נשמע - לא מת - על העץ או על הנייר
אך אשר קם לתחייה.
אני - יהוה.
אני - אמן.
אני - שכינה - שכינת האהבה,
אני - אהבה.
תבואו אליי, זה שקוראים לעצמם נוצרים,
תבואו אליי, זה שקוראים לעצמם בני אברהם,
אשר הלכו לסמלים חיצוניים.
אנכי - התחייה.
אני - מי שאני...

O Sacred Head surrounded
By crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee,
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze.
I see Thy strength and vigor
All fading in the strife,
And death with cruel rigor,
Bereaving Thee of life:
O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesus, all grace supplying,
O turn Thy face on me.

The Pharisees were standing in a crowd
And full of arrogance were spitting on the ground
And Sadducees in white turbans
Were looking at the cross with neglect...

Jesses were coming down the mountains,
The keepers of the desert's book,
They were thumbing the Tanakh
Like leaves of a dried melon...

- The Messiah of Jews
Can not will-less hang on a tree!
Is he saving us together with Pigmies?
He is a sinner -- heaven is furious...

Thus thought all the people
And only the holy Mother
With bloody iodine burns
Couldn't cry anymore...

- Give back, give my Son back to me,
Whispered her lips,
But only the mawkish look of Christ's killers
Was an answer to her...

Rich sponsors of the Temple
Were sitting under their palanquin,
The dramatic action in monks' habits
Took place there...

- Give my Son back to me, give back...
The tear scrolled down from an icon...
The Jesses were shouting -- you must love!
...but at home a widow was crying.

The Pharisees were standing in a crowd
And full of arrogance were spitting on the ground
And Sadducees in white turbans
Were looking at the cross with neglect...

music -
Giovanni Felice Sances - Stabat Mater dolorosa Philippe Jaroussky & L'Arpeggiata - Christina Pluhar

By beliefs of love, lips reborn blue ice
of semidiaphanous sheet. Crystal of soul of sheet is singing
with kitten-snow - a light and fragrant,
fragile-rough, curly, fluffy...

From aspirations of lace of rosin incensed wearily
revering to grant fragrant wax... by thawed quiver
Moon sings among the branches... At marsh of rust of similarities -
sublunary light of Love of people, that is not withering in grave...

Oh, Agnello,
tu che su l’altar de’ cor profferti
la spada d’amor immoli…
L’autocrocifission…
e da l’invisibil morte ’l viver…
… Stracciato ’l velo ne ’l tempio,
su l’albero, eterno cor si mostra…
Il mistero de la nascita de la vita…

Over this damned country
they cannot see themselves,
feel love to Three... hate:
to live possessed of guilt;
to hurt beloved Christ on the edge of paper sheet...
… They can not see Christ
bearing the beam of cross
to execution... In the space of the world - roar,
the pain of blackthorn beyond His temples...
and raven screaming eternaly falls off
on the sea of white sand,
hiding eye beyond gehenna...

Agni Agnellius - ORPHEUS - ΟΡΦΕΥΣ - Harp & drums by Agni2012

to the beautiful,
as the Phoenix flight...

sparkling preambles
rose,
like Rainbow,
that pierced Rise
instead of staining,
but sharp
steel...

Warrior of Apocalypses roads by Agnellius

The written Word is dying...
And embodied Love brings the redemption...
Crucified Word, breaking as bread,
and in the resurrection raised from the earth,
but the Spirit will remind His every breath...
O, where is my Love?
In His gardens He's among lilies...
Soul, you see the Light in the Temple -
there are tears of love in your gaze,
that above the all visible tears...
your fate is great among the fates of snow-white lilies -
close your mouth - don't say the words, just drink His love
from springs of rocks of Holy Lamb...

heavens will never accept you...
you knew that, taking marks ...
like the withered branch
believed only to the dark wonders
with a talent for Charon gave one
look on the giant Planet,
you - the name in the book of deads - on fields...
and signed an impetuous estimate,
king and jester, lord and executioner -
in the ninth circle, bented backs...
over the dead sea quiet-quiet lamentation...
oh, Jesus with stature of Titan...

My Prince, who's ever non-defeat,
my Master, feel the angels flying,
in Eldorado winds are crying,
when knights of seven kingdoms meet...

In childhood, when I stayed alone in the evening,
when the night fell, I turned on the radio and listened to the noise of it...
looked at the white falling snow in the rays of lanterns...
unearthly Love was in this contemplation...
when I fell asleep near television,
and waked up at a quiet noise of disconnected channels,
the presence of the Angels was up to tears...
in this composition, I tried to convey the unearthly,
something that above the matter,
and that sometimes revealed in the ringing silence...

O, Lamb
who lays the sword of love
upon the altar of a heart's offering...
Selfcrucifixion... -
life from invisible death...
… The veil in the temple is torn -
eternal heart is manifested on the tree...
The mystery of life's birth


Agnellius - Selfcrucifixion - Hebrew melodeclamation by user732870