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I smell the scent of the flowers, as they blow in the soft breeze.
Taking in the view, as it turns my emotions to liquid sunshine, flowing through every vein.
The soft green grass beneath my feet, gives me the sensation of walking upon the clouds.
I feel like I have passed through time, to another dimension.
I come upon a clear tinkling stream, so clear, yet I see my reflection on the surface of the pure water below.
I see myself and my expression does not match what is truly written upon my face.
I am smiling in heart, but my reflection looks sad and withdrawn.
I ask my image, "What makes you so sad, my soul?"
To my amazement she answers back, "My lover has gone, and I do not know if he will return."
I ask, "Who is your lover?"....curious to hear the answer.
The water started to ripple, and my image disappeared.
I arose to my feet and staggered off, feeling slightly drunk on a wine of the soul.
The breeze blew through my hair, as it was filled with the scent of the Lilies of the Valley.
I longed to seek my lover, that I did not know I even had.
Tears escaped my eyes, and rolled down my cheeks.
It was getting dark, and I suddenly felt afraid, but never once did I feel alone.
I knew my lover was hiding, and longing for my presence.
I could feel him, but suddenly it was so dark, that I could no longer see, the sun was hidden from the sky.
I walked along in loneliness for what seemed like an eternity.
Suddenly the grass beneath my feet felt like satin.
A star above me shone down and allowed me to see my surroundings.
Before me was the stream and below me was a black satin blanket.
The stream spoke to me and told me to sit before it.
I fell to my knees in slow motion while my mind reeled from what felt like a touch of wine.
A figure appeared before me, standing tall and true.
He knelt down and sat beside me, so close, but not touching me.
I felt his hand in mine, yet he did not move.
His hands were by his side, still and distant.
All I could do was look into his eyes, his beautiful eyes, they were the color of the rainbow.
Being every shade imaginable, all at the same time.
In the end, they were black as the night.
He made love to me with his eyes, never physically touching me.
This love making could not be compared to my best sexual experience.
It aroused my soul, as well as my body.
It penetrated me to the core of my being.
I asked him, "Where am I?"
He said, "You know where you are, you are with me."
I heard music playing in the distance, and I knew it was my wedding song.
Such a song, that it pierced all of my senses.
He continued making love to me, while he showed me my wedding gift.
It was a white stone with a name written upon it.
It was my new name, yet it was in a language that I could not comprehend.
I begged him to tell me what it said.
He just smiled.
He told me to bathe in the stream, and to prepare myself for morning, for in the morning, we would be joined for eternity.
He laid a white dress beside me and told me, "This is your new covering."
He then disappeared, as I sat there staring down at the dress.
I lay my head down upon the dress, and fell into a dream like sleep.
The Secret Garden, was no longer a Secret.
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Posted by DifficultSoul on 2007-12-24 02:42:53 | Rating: | Views: 264
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What a beautiful story, yet it does not sound like a story at all.
It sounds like a dream, a dream come true.
I can picture every little detail in my head.
God is who is with you , right?
my heart melted at this.
Wonderful song to go with it.
I envy you DS.
Beautiful.xx
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Posted by bubblydi
on 2007-12-24 04:34:00
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Soul love is the best love, LftH. God couldn't have a better bride.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2007-12-24 08:30:13
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Excellent post DS. Like a 'script' for a pathworking. I like it and think we were all walking with you there. Love the police tune too. Sting was always good.
Namaste. Merry Xmas to you.
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Posted by scotslad60
on 2007-12-24 12:23:48
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Awesome post Difficultsoul! I was feeling it.
Merry Christmas! My wish for you is self love.
I feel that 2008 will be the best year ever.
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Posted by trevorjohn
on 2007-12-25 00:53:23
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BubblyDiane-..
God is with all of us.
He is with all of us.
Even during the darkest days, he is there.
I love you, and Merry Christmas.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-25 00:56:18
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Diane,
This is not a dream, it is a vision.
My vision of my first meeting with God.
I have seen it and lived it, in my mind's eye.
It has already happened deep down inside of my soul.
You have no reason to envy, you get to be his bride, as well as me
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-25 01:00:00
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Scarboroughfair-..
Captivating you has been my pleasure, friend.
You always have a way to brighten up my page.
Peace.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-25 01:01:27
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Pauligan-..
Ahh, yes, The Bride of Christ.
My version of The Bride of Christ.
Love you PRE...
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-25 01:03:13
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Scotslad-...
The Garden is at the end of every Path.
Namaste
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-25 01:04:50
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trevorjohn-..
Self Love reigns.
Self Love reings.
It is my lifeline.
Merry Christmas to you.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-25 01:06:01
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Amazing, simply amazing. If you dont mind me asking you to message me whwenever ou get the chance.
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Posted by angel_devil
on 2007-12-25 19:49:39
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That is beautiful
i don't know what to say
it reminds me of my dreams
but much more peaceful
miss you xxxxx
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Posted by missmarie
on 2007-12-26 12:16:27
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angel_devil-..
Thank you.
I messaged you.
Thanks for the lovely call out.
Peace
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-27 09:12:17
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missmarie-...
Why do you think I was so interested in your dream?
Now you know why.
Peace my sweet Marie.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-27 09:13:42
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Beautiful chick...I love it!
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Posted by Rajah1116
on 2007-12-27 09:29:47
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DS please read my new post i think it may intreague you on the topic of our dreams, and i think your imput would be important x
i'm so glad i am not the only one who has these feelings xx
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Posted by missmarie
on 2007-12-27 12:49:45
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By Umar Ibn al-Farid
(1181 - 1235)
English version by Th. Emil Homerin
In memory of the beloved
we drank a wine;
we were drunk with it
before creation of the vine.
The full moon its glass, the wine
a sun circled by a crescent;
when it is mixed,
how many stars appear!
If not for its bouquet,
I would not have found its tavern;
if not for its flashing gleam,
how could imagination picture it?
Time preserved nothing of it
save one last breath,
concealed like a secret
in the breasts of wise men.
But if it is recalled among the tribe,
the worthy ones
are drunk by morn
without shame or sin.
From the depths of the jars
it arose, though truly,
nothing remained
save a name.
Yet if one day
it crosses a man's mind,
then joy will dwell in him,
and anxiety depart.
Could the tavern mates see
the seal of its jar,
without the wine that seal alone
would make them drunk,
And could they sprinkle it
on a dead man's earth,
the spirit would return to him,
his body revived.
Could they fling
into the shadow of its trellised vine
a sick man on the point of death,
disease would flee him;
Could they bring a cripple
near its tavern, he would walk,
and from mention of its flavor,
the dumb would talk.
Could breaths of its bouquet
spread out in the east,
one stuffed-up in the west
would smell again;
And wer a touching palm
tinged by its cup,
one would not stray at night,
a star in hand.
Could it be unveiled in secret
to the blind, he would see,
and from the strainer's sound,
the deaf would hear.
Were the riders
to seek its soil
with one scorpion-stung among them,
the poison would not harm him.
Could the wizard write
the letters of its name
on the brow of one struck by the jinn,
the tracings would cure and cleanse him,
And were its name inscribed
upon the army's tandard,
all beneath that banner
would fall drunk from the sign.
It refines the morals
of the tavern mates
and guides the irresolute
to resolution's path;
He whose hand never knew munificence
is generous,
while one lacking in forbearance
bears the rage of anger,
And could the stupid one among the folk
win a kiss from its strainer,
he would sense the hidden sense
of its fine qualities.
They say to me: "Do describe it,
for you know its character well!"
Indeed, I have word
of its attributes:
Purity not water,
subtlety not air,
light but not fire,
spirit without body,
Lovely features guiding
those describing it to praise;
how find their prose and poetry
on wine.
One who never knew it
is moved by its memory,
just as one longing for Nu'm
is stirred when she is recalled.
But they said: "You've drunk sin!"
No, indeed, I drank only
that whose abstention
is sin to me.
So cheers to the monastery's folk!
How often they were drunk with it
though they never drank it,
but only longed to,
While it made me drunk
before my birth,
abiding always with me
though my bones be worn away.
So take it straight,
though if you must, then mix it,
but your turning away
from the beloved's mouth is wrong.
Watch for it in the tavern,
try to uncover it there
amid melodious tunes
where it becomes the prize.
It never dwells with anxiety
at any time or place,
just as sorrow
never lives with song.
Be drunk from it,
if only for the life of an hour,
and you will see time a willing slave
under your command.
For there is no life in this world
for one who lives here sober;
who does not die drunk on it,
prudence has passed him by.
So let him weep for himself,
one who wasted his life
never having won a share
or measure of this wine.
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Posted by caliope
on 2007-12-27 18:33:48
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well done these were truly touching words. sorry i havent been around much hope you had a lovely xmas and all the best for the new year just incase i dont get back on and may a new year bring new inspiration
with lovexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted by shiraz
on 2007-12-27 20:57:35
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what has someone said before me?
i should complement you on your gracful post, because it would be sensical
maybe i will
Goood Post.
Liquid sunshine.....heheheh
i really go0t nothing to say
but love the lover not the love
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Posted by benventure
on 2007-12-28 01:51:12
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missmarie-...the feelings that you describe in your dream, will surely be apart of every single one of us. It is a longing to fill the God shaped hole in all of us.
Nothing to fear in it.
Peace.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-28 02:49:08
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Caliope-..
Thank you, that is truly a lovely piece of writing.
It made me feel drunk on a Holy Wine, all while I read it.
You just know how to bless me.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-28 02:51:02
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Shiraz-..
It is good to see you out and about.
I hope you have the best of the Holiday.
Thank you for the sweet and caring comment.
Peace.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-28 02:53:54
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Benventure-..
Thank you.
Do you have some liquid sunshine running through your veins?
It feels like miracle.
I do love the lover, and the love.
Peace
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-28 02:55:35
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Rajah-..
Thank you sweet girl.
I love to be called a chick.
Makes me feel young.
Peace to you.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-28 02:57:20
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I have been reading your blog for quite some time now and couldn't leave a comment since I wasn't a member. Decided to join today and start writing out some of my thoughts and feelings (kind of a New Year's Resolution). Your posts are amazing ... "The Box", "Is God Gay" and "Suicide Will Kill You" especially spoke to me. Thanks for being a source of encouragement to me. Keep speaking what God puts on your heart ... you are an angel from Heaven. Peace & Love
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Posted by ColoradoDreamin
on 2007-12-29 01:14:59
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ColoradoDreamin-..
Your comment lit something inside of me.
My writing is full of hard emotions, and endless dark nights of the soul.
Sometimes, I feel like I should write more 'Happy' entries, but in all reality, at this point in my life, I do not care to write of happy things.
I have gained more character, and I have become a better person in these dark times in my life.
Pain has purified something in me.
It encourages me, comments like yours, to keep letting the melancholy songs of soul, pour forth.
Bless you.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-12-29 21:59:23
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I agree and always say ... the hard things in life have made me better ... not bitter.
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Posted by ColoradoDreamin
on 2007-12-30 00:41:06
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