Blessed

Den vidunderliga utsikten över nejden sprider sin väldoft och sång i gruvans dunkla gångar. ljusa reflektioner i gömda sprickor- skimmrar i sitt ursprungliga ljus. Mitt gömda rum blottas när alla slöjor rycks bort, allt bleknar till slut i stillsam tystnad- ett glädjefyllt hjärtas röst. Tilliten reser genom i de mörkaste tunnlar, där mina vingar bär- jag snuddar vid livets topp, det sköra jag gömt- att tillåta det mörkaste mörker att bli himmelens vackraste stjärna, den kraftfullaste, klaraste jag sett- som det turkosa hav, kärleken har givits som gåva till mig.
 
A resplendent view of the landscape spreads fragrance and singing into my obscure dark of time. Bright reflections shine in hidden cracks with their original light. My hiding place is exposed as all my veils fall away, and everything fades into serene silence—a joyful heart's secret voice. Reliance traveling through the cracks in the rock grows steady in secrets and the darkest tunnels. My wings are wearing the bright fragility I once hid. I am allowing everything I have dreamed. A crack in me is the most beautiful thing I have seen—a blessing of love given.
/Ingela
Kategori: Life, Poetry; Taggar: Ingela Axkrants, a beautiful life, dikt, poem, poesi, poetry;

THE FOUNTAIN OF EXISTENCE

 
I realize there are strong religious connotations to this, but hope you can glimpse something beyond religion, something of the highest truths of yoga, Taoism, Chirstian mysticism, our deep hearts, the Universe. 
 
The most precious divine heart of the beginnings
is there in the old story of the birth of Christ: 
the innocent babe born of the girl; 
the shy purity revealed… the daystar glimpsed,
the fountain of existence viewed 
by old, grizzled kings,
searchers of the orient skies,
there amidst goats and sheep,
under shit-covered beams
crowded with cooing birds.

A young girl, maybe fourteen,
in her pure, virginal flesh,
with wide opened eyes,
in wonderment at what was just born
through her pink loins,
and how that the Highest freedom
had entered her with singing seed
as white as starlight.
And they saw the baby sucking milk
from her softness
and felt the highest mystery
of the Innocent Source of their own being
shining as gently as feathers
in their deep minds…
and bowed.

Blake Steele

Kategori: Life Taggar: Blake Steele, Christian poetry, Ingela Axkrants, a beautiful life, dikt, love poet, poem, poesi, poetry, poetry about Christ, poetry about God;

vårens första dag

En blygsam fjäril i maj vårens ljuva fägring- den vilar i mitt hjärtas purpurljus. Det sköra är som trädens växande blad- sinnet känns ungt som vårens första dag. Livets knoppning leker som ett odramatiskt landskap i vitt av sippor- jungfru bröst slår plötsligt ut i blom. Ömhetens ljuva hand, smeker mjukt, stilla det som är jag, långt borta från identifikations land.
 
A modest butterfly in May's spring sweet appearance - it rests in my heart's purple light. The brittle is that trees growing leaf mind feeling young as the first day of spring. Life budding playing as an undramatic landscape in white of sippor- virgin breasts turn suddenly into bloom. Tenderness sweet hands, caressing soft, gentle what I am, far away from identification country.