Red Sea

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Red Sea

Mother, you´re the sweet jewel of the Red Sea, which resides within the lotus flower. You´re the sweet mantra of my awakening at dawn. You´re silver dawn, in the golden dawn of my sweet dreams.
Mother, you´re the sacred tree of Abraham, in my sweet and eternal wake. Awakening mine, to the eternal silence asleep.
Mother, you´re infinite soul, sacred flower of the Red Sea, in you eternal walk.
Tropical fish of the Red Sea jump in the fountains of palace, feeling the breeze of your immense happiness. Happiness that radiate your luminosity and overflows the earthly confines.
You´re immortal soul that drinks from the sacred spring, with the golden chalice of the Templars. Someone helps you, from the more there, to write your story in blood ink. You’ll sit on the top of the tallest towers to admire the aurora borealis. Bergamot oil anoint in your forehead, in the baptism towards immortality. You’ll think that being immortal has thousands of reincarnations and you just remember your last existence.
You weren´t a human being, but a white dove, who suffered love of a dethroned prince. Before you winked with your eyes, now it´s your wings of freedom that wink at the sky, every time that you undertake your immortal flight.
With a mischievous look at the rising sun, you bathe in pools of shiny marble and gold. With your pearly, masticated teeth annoyed with a poisoned apple, to sleep placidly together with your beloved in the forbidden bed of the Sahara desert.
With your silent steps, alert to slaves and oppressed of the arrival of torrents downpours.
The beloved prince will ask for the head of the red eagle, to give you as an offering your necklace of precious emeralds. Candles lit in the cloister of the monastery illuminate your bed love. Your trusty maid will take the necklace to the forest. Enchanted, to keep it in a chest full of wild violets at the bottom of the spring your dream prince will write with magnolia petals your precious name freedom. And with your fragile fingers, you’ll catch lotus flowers that will cover your body, divine and immortal. Burning nails are nailed to your chest naked forever. Meanwhile, the agony and unrighteous return to the promised land. Golden chairs, on the throne of the heavens, await the warrior silent overcome by peace. Trumpets and piccolos play, al unison, to receive with honors the guardian of the seas. While the goddess Isis sleeps placidly in the sand of the beach, the waves break capriciously, forming bowls silver. Sweet words flow from the waves of love, beautiful forgotten words of love…
The prince walks with his chariot enjoying the sound of your sweet mantra. Mystical mantra, anthem to the gods a mantra Sanskrit awakens a new consciousness hidden in the background of your immortality. And release, calm your mind with your sweet vibration, being the divine language that allows reverberating the silence. Silent secret and perennial…
You lie on your bed, hoping to find release supreme, surrounded by flowering rose bushes and white jasmine. Oil of sweet almonds massages your body off by fear.
The doors of energy circles will open like flowers which open their petals to the sun. You’ll eliminate the fear and you will feel more secure in the promised land. Your third eye Ajna is will illuminate with rising sunrise. And you’ll be able to communicate with the Intangible and the Being. An incandescent ray, bright, will blind the eyes of those who look at you.
They’ll pity your eternal forgetfulness and your great loneliness, along of centuries. Colorful fireflies will light up like drops of calm water. Rosemary and mint you’ll cultivate in the Garden of Eden.
Lavender flowers and gather fresh thyme with a basket of silver wicker for perfuming your delicate senses. You’ll continue your hunches and impulses will represent your pain so relieved. You’ll find the road to hope, like the branches of a tree curled skyward, as the spirit of a tree sacred in the East, as a Hindu sandalwood near the celestial ceiling, from East to West.
Mother, you´re immortal sacred flower of the Red Sea in your eternal walk…

Maika Etxarri
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Soy un espíritu libre poeta, enarbolando la bandera de la paz y libertad, en este universo existencial. Vivo en el eterno presente, aquí y ahora, bajo el poder del amor, sin la incertidumbre del mañana, sin la esclavitud del nuevo orden establecido mundial. Maika Etxarri Escritora, poeta, blogger y fotógrafa Autora del libro: La rosa del desierto
Esta entrada fue publicada en Book the rose of the desert in english, Compass Rose (The desert rose), Desert walker (The desert rose), Egypt heart of African Nepal (The desert rose), Lit white candles (The desert rose), Maika Etxarri Writer, poet, blogger and photographed by heart Author of the book the rose of the desert, Memories of sweet dreams ( The desert rose), Mother Freedom (The desert rose), Red Sea, Sin categoría, Son of the Sun (The desert rose), the desert, The desert rose, The desert rose, book by Maika Etxarri, The rose of the desert, Tibetan Songs (The desert rose), White rose without thorns (The desert rose). Guarda el enlace permanente.

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