Mary, nobody understands your love


Mary, nobody understands your love

Maria, you would like to be able to fly, but it’s a dream, nothing more. You would like to be able to reach him, but he moves away more and more. You would like to be able to communicate your feelings, once again. You would like to rectify, but life does not look back. You would like to sew your fragile veins, with threads of blood and run through them. As a ray of light explore you, but no one understands your ineffable love. And the world waits, unperturbed, for the hour when you say: “It is I, the compassionate bodhisattva woman.”
Mary, you are the jewel of the lotus, the compassionate bodhisattva who loves her reincarnated existence in this universe. You are a flower of infinite light, fully conscious. You are the scent of sacred sandalwood. You are purifying incense, in the evolution of your spiritual development. You are his joy, and the perfect antidote against the darkness of his nights and days, in the desert of Judea. You are a flower of horiya, of infinite freedom. You are peace, gratitude and truth. You are chokran, sniyt and salam. “María thlit gori, María I love you”, you hear in the distance …
Mary, star of the seas, your ineffable and infinite love is the symbol and flag of your true love, but nobody understands that strange desire. Desire of loves, among millions of flowers of rosemary and wild violets. Desire of Essene spirits, intertwining roses of hearts of solidarity, in the living light of the existential reality itself.
And your wounded heart exclaims to the southern wind of your desert: Tell me you do not miss my world, and my soul will remain impassive, its immense pain!
Leaves of Judea whisper with the passage of time, looking for a path, mingling sighs of love.
Neem flowers sprout from your infinite love and shed petals of intense smell. Tell me you do not miss a moment, just, shared between the two, and my immortal traveling soul will stop dreaming, lightly, with your sweet love!

Maika Etxarri
Copyright poetic prose and photography
Historical fiction text

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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 Ancestral esenian people, Antigua Palestina, Book on the essene people in ancient Palestine, Book on the hidden history of the master Christ, compassionate bodhisattva woman, Comunidad esenia, consciousness, consciousness of Being, desert of Judea, Desierto de Judea, Esenios, esséniennes, Essene, Essene people of the Judean desert, Hidden history of Christ, Historical fiction, Mary, nobody understands your love, Palestina, Poesía esenia, pueblo esenio, Religión esenia, Sin categoría. Guarda el enlace permanente.

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