Once up on a time
There where three peculiar butterflies
Their peculiarity was in their fantasies about the flames
The fantasies where old taboos
That had been forbidden to even think about
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Three Butterflies
Mon, March 24, 2008 - 4:50 AM
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Once up on a time There where three peculiar butterflies Their peculiarity was in their fantasies about the flames The fantasies where old taboos That had been forbidden to even think about “Fire worship is the fate of barbaric moths, we are the beauty itself no need to become beautiful in the light of fire, we are the most sophisticated manifestation of ecstatic; the chosen one, to be adore and admire to be loved. We are the beloved, not driven by the gaze of flames, it is us that awake passion we need no awakening nor flames” So was the mantra their parents whisper in their ears each night to bring them in to sleep. Then it came this day, They saw a light and the light was shining in another way It was not like the daylight, the colour of the sun Nor was it the reflection the midnight moon The light was golden like the crown of the king It was orange like the desert of Indian midland And deep blue like the tropical oceans Where the dolphins came to sing It was a gentle like A singular light Silent and solid Yet dancing and turning subtle to left and right It was a candlelight One of the butterflies said: “Oh I am in love with this gentle light It warms my heart, At last the fire captured me” Yet the mantras of their parents came to her mind: “this is the forbidden love! Oh I am a sinner and I will be punish, God forgive me for this” She said and turn away from the light The other one got closer to the light “This warmth is boiling me inside, only light I see, only heat I feel, I am melting in this sensation Let me make love to you candle Let me hold you with my wings.” And so he deed. The fire touched gently his little wings “Oh no, I am burning, You deceiver, you barbaric lover, What do you do to me? This is then the reason why our folk warn us for love”, he said and flow away from the light. The tired butterfly didn’t say a word; Nothing to hear from it; It was a moment of exertion, From head to tail, There was a presence, It lengthen, Soften and broaden it, The whole manifestation Then it jump in to the centre of candlelight The fire burn it First it became golden; Then orange and then deep blue It was all a sudden and then there was only light Love&Respect, Shervin
The Velvet Night
Sun, March 23, 2008 - 6:35 AM
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Don’t track the light in the shiny streets of desire Don’t look for the beauty in the outward perfection The exiled pain is a gentle touch; The most adorable tongue of passion The Velvet Night Waiting to unveiled Be aware Splendid is the dark-light Believe in this tale . . . Love&Respect Shervin
Come & Cut my head off
Sun, February 24, 2008 - 2:40 PM
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There is a tie in my head I know and I realize, the way to free this mind is to lose the head There is a cramp in my heart I feel in each inhalation and in all exhalations and I am aware a sharp arrow is the liberation so come to me cut this head off but cut it tender and soft So come to me and penetrate your poisoned arrow deep in this chest search slowly for my heart but push the arrow with passion do it with ecstasy and in joy Shervin February 24 2008
A very dear tribe friend send me the following music fragments asking me to listen without prejudice and let her know what these fragments brings up in me. I would like to share the fragments and my feeling about with all you dear friends. Listen first before you read my reflection please. I would like to hear your reflection and emotions on this very much.
Tue, January 8, 2008 - 1:54 PM
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www.youtube.com/watch www.youtube.com/watch www.youtube.com/watch With love&respect, Shervin My reflection To me, these three pieces are complimentary. The first one is a call to the heaven, it make me rise my arms, I hold my hand palms toward sky and call my celestial parents. It s the call of return to my heavenly origin. The second one bring my heart in its archetypical rhythm, my chest open up, my shoulders goes down there is space in my ribcage for the real proportion of love and the pain of love My heart goes adventurous ready to risk the killing love. It is a call to burn in longing. The third one is sensual, erotic ecstasy streaming to my sex organs, I feel the heat. It is an ages old call for a man flowing in de earth and body of a woman . . . I cannot review the quality of Enigma’s music. I am not a a musician nor educated for that. What I know is that there is this old ritualistic sensuality in it. The wisdom of buddy organs and the celestial organs of human being. It is, if you like, the music of chakras and the soul streaming in between. Love, Shervin
Divine penetration
Thu, December 27, 2007 - 7:06 AM
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Feel the wind touch gently your sensual locks And the sun gives the golden kisses to them Hear the rhythm love’s footsteps This time It is your turn The cadence of universe is immortal So is the ebb and flow The birds make love in spring And the human being reaches the moment of reborn Only in autumn of his life The autumn is arriving And see how restless I am How to die? And how to live Again All the hiding places and endless thoughts are useless How to die? And how to reborn? I do not know, Yet there is this immanent love in me This unbearable longing to penetrate you The mountain that my life form is Need to explore the universe of your fertile body I am Volcanic Allow my boiling longing Get in to you Burn you Feel the fire of love I do not know, How to become And what to become I do feel this existential need To burn you So open up to this divine penetration For this is not desire or instinct driven This is the endless love singing this time with the colour of my melodies And when she would leave me - And she will - I will be a silent mountain again So open up to this divine penetration And remember the very first moment of your pregnancy For this seed is not made by my body but has been circulating in the celestial consciousness in de endless ocean of love Just to reach the Island of your soundless desires, This time It’s your turn So open up to this divine penetration And let your body give borne to the lovechild For now and for ever The only reason And the only cause of existence Of the material world Let the human being encounter, Again, With his mythical origin And let them bow to you And weep for the destiny of love and the lovechild For they know: the volcanic mountain soon will get back to the silence And they know: they will crucify the lovechild once again as predestined as they are So open up to this divine penetration yet be aware the fruit of this passionate act your lovechild is celestial and soon will get back to his heavenly homeland again
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This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;
At first instance, to break away from breath -- first step, to renounce feet; To disregard this world, to see only that which you yourself have seen6 to see only that which you yourself have seen" -- Nicholson's version is "(not to see your own eye) whence all objects derive their unreal existence.. I said, "Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers, "On gazing beyond the range of the eye, on running into the alley of the breasts." Whence came this breath, O heart? Whence came this throbbing, O heart? Bird, speak the tongue of birds: I can heed your cipher! The heart said, "I was in the factory whilst the home of water and clay was abaking. "I was flying from the workshop whilst the workshop was being created. "When I could no more resist, they dragged me; how shall I tell the manner of that dragging?"
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