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!
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