The elegance of one’s sight
might elevate the ordinary
into a magical might,
starry in its essence,
merry in its mind
as a graceful beehive
that ignites at night
a brilliant echo
made of the eternal,
a crystal glance
of the glass
painted of
grown light.
The sublime
is not a foreign right,
but a present height
as one becomes
an attentive star,
a starry mind.
Our minds are luminous in essence, why? Engage with this question… Is it actually true? What is actually real? This is a question that is left to an intellectual “elite”, but why? Why do we believe in authority figures? Is this a situation that has created the inner violence some of us sometimes live?
Why would it be important for each one of us to engage deeply with the question of reality? What is the truth?
If each one of us could really engage with such questions; then we wouldn’t be guided by some “elites”, instead our own lives would have a purpose that is not defined by a stubborn belief created by an external source of knowledge that creates violence if not complied. Does it?
Hello dear Lina !
Its realy beautifull Lina……..The way you did the video is superb too…………the text is so cool………For the profond meaning of your beautifull poem I did not all understand but I will read again and again to try to catch the profond and inner essence ……………for now your poem is very like you……..kind and peacefull to my soul,interesting to my mind,and beautifull to my heart
I’m now writing to you a word in Hotmail,so maybe you can have it before you go to sleep……it is aroud 9 O’clock pm hrs here………..and probably 1 hr later in your place……….You honor me realy to have say that ‘my words inspire you’……….your great talent do it so nicely…….I’m realy a lucky man to learn to know a so gentle and bright woman like you.I hope that it is the same for you.You make me richer inside.
Daniel (again) lol
La traduction ne pas exacte mais le cÅ“ur est lí , merci beaucoup Daniel!
Tu es trí¨s gentil!
L’élégance de notre vue
peut élever l’ordinaire
comme une volonté
magique,
étoilé en substance,
joyeux í l’esprit
comme une ruche
gracieuse
qui allume
la nuit
comme un écho
brillant
fait de l’éternel,
Å“il de cristal
ce le verre
des lumií¨re
mí»re.
Le sublime
n’est pas un droit étrangí¨re,
mais une hauteur actuelle
quand nous sommes
comme une étoile attentive,
un esprit étincelant.
So beautifull…………….I love it !