יום שבת

ENDOMETRIOSIS

...but now the birthing pains...


A 4-hand composition in 4 movements
by Renu & Daubmir

I am swept into the core of existence
from which all things arise and
into which all things converge

I am churned by the waves of light
and the husk of worldly wisdom parts
revealing the core of my soul

I am atomised into molecules of love
where satisfaction cannot reside
and despair mutilates the senses

I am hurled into the temple of fire
where my dusts are burned
And the true splendor of love disclosed

5 Comments:

Blogger Wanderer In Love said...

I am churned by the waves of light
and the husk of worldly wisdom parts
revealing the core of my soul

8:05 לפנה״צ  
Anonymous I am daubmir aka gianluca...Wanderer is Renu...! said...

תגובה זו הוסרה על ידי מנהל המערכת.

12:53 אחה״צ  
Blogger Wanderer In Love said...

I am hurled into the temple of fire
where my dusts are burned
And the true splendor of love revealed

9:08 אחה״צ  
Anonymous daubmir said...

I've changed a couple of words, both in mine and yours...
Perhaps we should stop here: the poem seems complete with your closure.

Your words join up nicely with mine - grazie, bella indiana!

9:49 אחה״צ  
Blogger Wanderer In Love said...

Enjoyed it.

5:21 אחה״צ  

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