7.To two Entwined candles Burning with a Single Wick.

To Two Entwined Candles,

 Burning with a Single Wick.

My dear, my love, my queen
oh being of all that is,
excepting God Who is
of all Love the spring.

Let You and I make
of our loves that
like two candles burn
dripping their waxed drops
as if in a crying deep
for their of love divided realm,
one jointly entwined candle
that with a single wick
does burn a light
that neither profane nor divine might
shall either quench or dip.

Halas, for the harsh laws
of scarcity and necessity
the   harbingers  of   that  cruel  enthropy
under which our Divine Lord
made us to creep,
which  charity  enthalpic  and  sweet
we  hope  above  to  be,
where  God  is,  
as   told  us  by  that  desire to soar and rise
that  in our   quasi-divine souls
still  beats
with a flame that other such flames seek,
in resonance and unison to burn
so as to make a mightier flame
that no jealous human or godly force
can either quench or dip or switch.

6. To the Woman from Kazan.

To the Woman from Kazan, Russia.

Oh woman from Kazan,

oh lady of whose unkown eyes’ the light

the sunlight now obscures

in my mind’s eyes with a splendor

that from now on

equal shall know

in the Cosmos of my consciousness

of neither to sun or even nuclear fire

a comparison.

My life shall never be the same

since when those Roses of Gold

Thou sent to me

riding the Internet waves

messaging me of undeserved love

unknown and unexpected

that now even rivals halas,

in addition to the sun’s rays

the Lord’s Grace that we poor mortals

need to fill our life on earth

with cause, purpose, reason and aim,

but that halas resolved is only

in the mistery and a belief of Faith.

My life shall never be the same

as enhanced Thou hast it with Thy Grace

that rivals as I said even God’s Grace .

Nay it is not exactly so

as the learned and wise of old

would say that Grace is but One

and hast one source alone

and that is the one that

the Father of us all and of the Cosmos is

in which, like a Queen you live.

Halas still a mistey is to me

the reason for such from Thee a noble gift,

making the gift even more like unto a gift of Grace

that means in the ancient latin language gratis ’for free’

as agape’ alone of all forms of love

can be of Grace the unconditional and unreasoned gift.

As in the christian ‘AVE MARIA’

that to our Lady, the Mother of Jesus

sweetly directed is, to you oh Lady from Kazan

I say-: AVE oh one filled with Grace.


Oh woman from Kazan,

from there where the mighty Volga River

that to countless myths told and untold is source,

as all such steppe-rivers are,

since when 10,000 years ago or about so

when the ice began to melt

the ancient harbingers of

our present global warming,

its vast cleavage that an icon is


of vast visceral, maternal powers .

a liquid path supplied to summer migrations

of Thy valiant steppe-sires

before the taiming of the swift horse

by the ubiquitous Scythian lords,

perchance the invisible of love a bond

that made you to delight me

with Thy Roses of Gold,

existed between our souls,

even 10,000 years ago.

Yes, 10,000 years ago or so about,

when my celtic tribe left the caspian shores

that flooded used to be by your Volga

like a yearly Great Flood,

that to their superstitious minds' bents

and to those of their Shamans' too,

unknowing,

could only speak of the gods’ displeasure on high,

and everyone thought the events would never end,

then,

thus causing us to move westward

away from where your love is now,

in Kazan there where the mighty Volga

ceases from its hurried, tumbling torrential, noisy strains,

and of a noble, and majestic, silent, queenly maiden

the slow, measured steps assumes

as the Georgian dancers do-------

when in a linear or even in an orbital dance

effortlessy glide, their heavenly steps by long gown hidden,

while holding white kerchiefs that of surrender speack to love

to the men them ogling with desire and longing------

Yes, the tale of my celtic tribe’s march to the Far West

is epic indeed

and of the Muses I need all help

that of Himalayas’ high peaks

inhabit the heights since when the islamic hordes

Greece tainted with their greed for domination

the peaks of Mount Olympus have left for the Himalayas,

there where Buddhaa Sidharta

mightily preached and lived,

in a march that would last halas,

12,000 years or so about

until I received your reminder

in Australia Fair,

of the  anscestral   Bond
that perchance us so joins.

The Story of the celtic tribe

of which I told you above

I wish the Muses to help me to unfold

that from the Romans its present name acquired

when the Romans they fought in 100 BC

on the alpine passes that lead

from of Italy’s the Aosta Valley

through Switzerland,

by skirting heavenly looking Geneva Lake,

to of Gaul the Rhone Valley.


The name was a death-wish

the Roman Legions hurled to the tribal Gauls

that them harassed on narrow alpine passes,
and was the wish that they would end murdered in their turn.

Ferrerii was the maudling Romans’ cry as they died,

and the cry was made by the Gauls their own

not as a curse any longer

but as of honour the badge

that testified to those to follow

of their valiant stand,  
when outnumbered

on these their own alpine lands,

against of Rome the might.

5. Please Allow Me Babe, a Kiss on thy Neck or Cheek.

          Please Allow me Babe, a Kiss on Thy Neck or Cheek.

( This is a little work that has caused great annoyance among

some female members in Stumble Upon  ).

Ladies of the Americas and of Australia Fair too
that of the Americas emulate every word and deed

for the want of original gifts,
lend me your wits.
Yes your wits
that of the Internet and of vast growing StumbleUpon too
have heard and seen

through the necessary and essential crap
of the ubiquitous cookies
that Islam in particular make moody and despondent,
especially the Pakistani
whom Mudarraf had to control with a camel whip,
as a multitude of viruses the carriers are
inoculated in porno-programs and anti-porno ones too
by the sellers of anti-virus-Programs
and by the multitutde, that is daily growing, of Internet Saboteurs,
who also sexually dismotivated are to destruction
for the want
of even innocent nibbling on chics’ cheeks
and I did not mean arse-cheeks.
Yes, I was saying before distracted was I
by the need of the recent clarification,
that required is since
by so many opponents, smearers and vilifiers
am I being stumbled upon, trying to prove that,
"Voila’, did I not tell thee,
a deviate of some sort, even he, the Templar may be too,
who claims to be a knight
without fear, blemish and reproache ",.
Frankly I do not give a damn or a hoot,
while confessing to a liking for an affectionate nibble

and why not, even two
following permission in writing by the cheeky chick,
on her velvety cheek or neck,
sweet-smelling of freshly-indulged,
Palmolive Soap or Cussom Talc-Powder
or even an expensive French perfume
or even, let us burst the till,
a rare perfume that from Damascus
even hailed at great expense indeed.
Yes a perfume
that invented was by one of the noble Saladin’s odalisks,
both loving all knight-Templars for their cheeky wisdom,
as they could all double as God’s Fool
to entertain the cranky,

kiss-on-the-cheek-starved
of Richard’s the barbaric Teutons
the descendants of whom
perchance now manage StumbleUpon
of cranky females the harbinger and protector.
Reform thyself oh retrogressive and puritanic,
cranky and weird SU,
for the hordes that Thou art mustering

can otherwise be of pure human crap,
one copying aimlessly the other rat,
for want of creativity, origination and imagination.
And this is but intellecual death
that can only mean the Rule of Cranks.
Yes indeed,
famous was that odalisk,
of noble circassin blood,
and of voluptuous, long-shanked members,
marvelously, maddeningly rotund
even in their length and divine promises
of an all enwrapping and encompassing
yet simultaneously genteel and tender,
wholly feminine might
such as only Russian women to-day do sport,
for breeding of the human species
untold heights reached on the interminably vast steppes,
due to the continuous motion that alone
allowed escape from raidings, ambushes and death.
Only by Mormons and Memnonites the women,
can slavic, long-shanked women
be rivalled,
who the Americas now engentle and grace,
corn-wheat-fed, teeototalers,
from coffe and tea abstemeous,
as these are but hot-drugs
scripturally taught,
who do not disdain of an occasional kiss on a cheek or neck,
that to the kisser is like Grace That
by God personally handed down to him,
has been
Yes indeed,
detach myself I cannot from of this odalisk’s the memory
that all her cheeks, various and portentous
as she was said to be all a vast cheek,
totally sudued to of Allah’s the Will,
offered in gentle adoration to him,
who, in the Mighty Cry of " Allah Akhbar!"
that every soul that of a lowly curr is not,
does stir to the madness of red-white-heat,
that of my anscestors’, viking-like,
in Islam.
The sacred to Islam the rusty sword could he unsheath,
by Allah’s condescention for a short time,
the mighty Saladin,
the Kurdish little Druse of sacred Islam the leader,
so small, yet so wiry as if made of Damascus steel,
that he totally disappeared
when lost in the vast embraces of his favourite circassian odalisk,
and only the noises that porno, to-day,
enhances to better stimulate and capture
its paying audience of voyeurs and peeping Toms’ the attention,
of nibblings could one hear to testify

of the consummation of tender and voluptuous deeds
that indeed could rival those
which mighty Saladin would be inspired to muster on the Battle field,
as no Teuton or even knight-Templar
could even look anyway near to possessing the vast,
yet voluptuous and athletically long-shanked cheeks
of his circassian odalisk
and thus forgot all about his small curdish bodily mien
enhanced as he was by an asinine dick
and by the vast aura
that his all encompassing odalisk
left permamently on him
together with the powerul drift
of her exquisite, distracting perfume
the odalisk herself had made
alchemically to protect and guard
the noble holder of the portentuous, asinine dick.
So charismatic a fellow was Saladin,
that even Richard the Lionhearted, a gothic oaf, loved him,
as if a roasted lamb-joint though,
to nibble at, for want of a lady’s cheek and Palmolive Soap,
and all such refinements that make a lady’s cheek
desirable and palatale to those who are not as Richard was,
an unredeemable, Anjovin, a Visigothic oaf.
Richard and people like him,
of abstract metaphisical escalations are incapable of,
that alone can refine the amourous games and insights,
that the real pleasures, like gentle, affectionate nibblings

can elicit indeed,
that gentle and caressing and unhurried must be,
to give rise to and fulfil SOUL-LOVE
---------of which I humbly speack

in " Of Bodies, Minds and Souls",
that alone is worthy of desire----------
halas in metaphysically blind and deaf Gothic oafs

that Australasia swamp with their prolific hordes,
and the Americas nearly too,
like sewer-rats that of plagues’ the harbingers are
for escalations of their prole,
that Nature eventually catastrophically gets rid of.
Yes, pardon me oh beloved reader of mine,
the digressions, numerous and inevitable

.....................................................................
I shall return forstwith,
to where the confession I made
of loving nibblings of the female-gender’s cheeks,
and neck alike,
there where at the hairline
her hair begins to grow,
tantalisingly pliable and soft.

....................................................
Of the anti-virus Programs
I shall now speack
in my complaining yet Internet-celebrating moods,
which intimately touch our SU

which here stands to be corrected
for its unwise and weird support of female crankiness
that of innocent and gentle,
nibbling the enemy has become,
that purely theoretical on the Internet can be,
anyway,
you stupid and puritanical Gothic oafs.
These anti-virus Programs.
bugger-all do to protect our dear PCs,
in which our beloved SU
videos, audios, and lights
all manners of weird works and manipulations
that icons shift and move with oculate foresight
to cause the cranky, itchy, female and male members
of all manners, colours and descriptions,
to actions and reacions that of the otherwise
pedestrian, super-average, weird, lethargic
blog community
of which StumbleUpon is getting wary with
as it has reached the mighty population
of six and a half million " icons",
ney, I choose to not say "human souls",
as many there,
are but, just, larvae of human souls,
gone cranky for reasons multitudineous and varied,
that a shrink, even Freud the all knowing,
would cranky make if the poor sod

ambitious were to unravell all.
Some of these cranky women that
of the protection, defence, even justification and normalisation
of deviations many
that the field of EROS has grown
as foul-smelling-flowers of decay and death,
in the overpopulated, rat-infested sewer
that humanity has become,
have paradoxically made their life-mission
yet they become vitriolic and poisonous
at the mention
of an innocent wish/desire
made by a poor, lonely old Templar
who seventy years old is,
of an affectionate nibble on their neck or even a cheek
that even sweet Jesus my Master, was not impartial to,
when of the Magdalene’s the luxurious, long black hair

beholding
in an amazed and wondrous gaze
which He njoyed her to dry his feet with
after washing and anointing these
with rare oils laced with expensive myrrh and incense rich
begrudged Him by cranky Judas the mean.
These cranky females that their cranky men,
frankly one does not know sometimes what to call them
as of any known gender they may defy the description,
the spider-webs weave and like tarantulas on them like to sit as if in ambush,
which of their fake personae’ the fake descriptions are

that designed may be to allure the man or woman who takes pity of them,
as their description designed are to do,
and at any expression of human and jesty fellowship,
such for example as-:
" Hi, Babe, why so sad to-day, how about a gentle nibble on the cheek?"
that across the genders’ borderline may cross,
as nature has normally decreed and permits,
and even the Scriptures do not object with,
ney to the contrary, even prescribing these very expressions
as inspired by EROS that all the wheels of civilisation turns
and which oils these with.
Exhausted have I the vein I think,
that the gentle Muses permitted have me to tap,
in order to bring essential light to the plight
that has harassed me for some time now,
that has threatened to smear me
with unnecessary and unwarranted shame
and that my Templar’s honour
and Mission in Life, undeservedly,

humanly failing at times,
for both an excess and want of Soul-Love
that my wary, exhausted and tired soul
keeps on struggling to find
in fellow human hearts,
favouring females halas,
for want of angelic perfection,
that on earth I cannot reach,
and this is where, why and when perhaps,
the lashing-back occurs
from those females whom I call cranky
but perhaps are just upset
by my not being able to love them in their raw flesh
for their flesh’s sake, the whole lot of their self,
like noble Saladin of asinine might could and would his odalisk.
Should I perhance seek to find SOUL-LOVE
within my own gender,
except that I could not like Jesus did
or the French,
kiss a fellow man on his neck and cheek.
No, halas, SOUL LOVE is not perhaps
meant to be perfectly achieved and held here on earth
except in the hyperbolic simile of the Cartesian Curve
that asymptotically hugs
both axis X and Y
respectively denoting heaven and sin.
However note my caveat,
oh attentive, beloved, tolerant reader of mine
that in the hyperbolic game,
the inversion of the polarities that both axis achieve
when the zero point is crossed
in a direction
that opposite is to the former one held,
one must ponder what the meaning is
to be given to such an inversion

of the signs for either heaven or sin.

Methink that perchance I know

but I desire that you do your thinking too.
The question is whether the simile corrupt becomes
or it a meaning still maintains and which.
I leave you to the contemplation of this
while mentioning that perhaps
the solution to the questing for SOUL-LOVE on earth
may be in a total renunciation of all carnal love,
even of the innocent and permitted kissing of the neck or cheek
but then the cranky females of SU would still hate you for this
and I could not stand it and tolerate
the arrogance and impertinence of this.
May the pseudo-democratic Gothic-hordes
be decimated by God’s displeasure.
May love triumph in all the imperfect human expressions of,
from EROS to AGAPE’,
you bloody cranky mongrels.

Thus a Templar speacks,

boldly and true to this.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!

!!!!

!!

!

4. Soul-Love.

                                                     Soul-Love.

Soul-Love is a state of being
that is a mutual exchange of being
between two souls
united as if one being
that the horison of Jehovah God,
that infinite is
roam freely, high soaring
above the creeping mass
of being on earth.
Two souls I said above
but the single being 
formed can be
by many such souls,
neither confined by matrimony
nor by limitations
that gender, nature and Law
place in the way of jointly being
when even only two are concerned.
The only bond being
with this state of being
the spirit that freely spiring
comes and goes as it pleases.
This is the nature of true freedom
in being.
Oh women the world over,
gentle and paradoxically fierce too
souls that motherly,
tend and nourish their offspring,
defending  it  tiger-like  too,
this is how I wish to love the lot of thee
as in 3:28 the spirit of Galatians shows
that limitations and accidents of the flesh
IT does not see.

3. A Templar's Graffity.

A Templar's Graffiti.

A Templar's Graffity.

The Latest Archaeological Find of the Century.

The limerick was recently discovered as a graffiti in one of the Templars' prisons under the Temple of Sholomon, presumably written in Provencal, Arabic and Hebrew/Aramaic by a well educated, battle-fatigued knightTemplar. All scholars tend to concurr about the provencal origins of the redactor, judging from the super-rhyming qualities of the verses which in the Arabic and Hebrew-renderings soar to lirical, musical excellence, while, halas loosing the rhyming.

However, as the wise men all say -:

' Nothing and no one except Allah is perfect ',

' La', ila la', illaaa Alllaaah '-:

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If women had also hairy balls,

and men the wherewithall,

we could then all have a merry ball,

festively in the Sheik's Hall,

with a joyfull game of balls

not minding it at all,

blissfully enjoying it all

until the coming of dawn

with the sun shining above it all

inside the Garden's wards

within the Alhambra's walls,

listening to the Prayer's call,

to the worship of Allah,

the One and All.

..........................................

Remember thou,

on a more sombre note,

oh earthly pilgrim,

oh el haj,

that even God loves to laugh,

as truly as God made it all,

even the hairy balls.

So be thou

humble,

cheerful and worshipfull,

and grateful to all women,

the crowns of Allah.

We all had,

even the Lord Jesus,

Budhaa and Mohammed,

a

MOTHER.

...............................................

On a more serious note now,

and in homage to Sister Peace

let us all utter the beginning of the Fatihah

in homage

to our Muslim sisters and brethrens-:

BismillaahiiiirRahmaniiiirRaahiiiim,

Al-HamdulillaaahiiiRabbiiiilAlaamihiiiin,

ArRahmaniiirRaahiiim

.........................

Allaah akhbaaar!

2. To Mira a Deprived Migrant Gifted Child.

A Mira che da Slovacchia Venne
ed Una Difficil Gioventu’
in Terra Australis Ebbe.

Nel dolce stil nuovo, Io vo' cantar a Mira e di Mira pure, che alla Australis Terra, dalla fiabesca Slovenia venne, fatata ed altresi’ incantata, che chiese, la cui cima della cipolla mostrano la forma, ed assai castella pur mostra, che di gran nobilta' la Slovenia fiera fu' a tempo suo lontano, si’, della Slovenia cantar pure vagheggio, che sulla del Trovatore che da Provenza vien, la via sta’, tutta collinosa, come fatati spesso son i luoghi che collinosi sono.
Infatti, egli e' deciso ad attraversar di Mira i luoghi, al Catay lontano diretto, che al termine della Serica Strada sta’, dalla Islamica malizia sbarrata ma dal Kublai Khan che come il Gran Buddha Sidharta, dal quale l’etica il Khan ed ispirazione trasse, gran nobilta’ avendo, seppur severo essendo, la Serica Strada che piu’ al Nord della antica, sbarrata, aperta il Khan mantenne.
Il Trovator per amor di avventura e’ mosso, ch’egl’e’ ad incontrar teso, di vaghe donzelle et damigelle lo sguardo, che sorridendo e rispondendo ai di lui amorosi lamenti, vagheggiando, il cor suo gia’ largo, vieppiu’ espandendo vanno, da Eros salendo su’, su’ sino a Messer Dio salendo, che pur ama ascoltar delle creature sue gli amorosi affanni che'..............l'Amor di Dio emerger puote anche dall’umil’Eros, quando Sua Grazi'adjutar conviene, alla Sua Divina Volonta’ corrispondendo, da quell'umano amor che le umane ruote mover soler fa', in una corrispondenza di amorosi sensi, che est le fondamenta del dolce stil nuovo con il qual il Trovator lamenta d’amor carenza, che del buon Jesu’ e’ invero inconscia aspirazion, vieppiu’ tuttor nascosta, che’........similmemte, il nostro Fraticello che Francesco fu’ detto, che’ la sua madre dalla Provenza a maritar il padre suo ad Assisi venne. Fu’ lui pure Cavaliere, Trovatore, poi Fraticello per l’Amor di Domine Dio che anche di Santa Chiara, da Francesco sublimata, il nobil cuore vulnero’ in divina et eternal conquista.
Nobil di Provenza e Cavalier Templare, seppur, forse solo un ‘barbuto’, il Trovatore e’, di Messer Iddio un favorito, un scelto, qual Davide novello, che del Signor Jesu nostro, un antenato fu’, amat'egl'e’.
L’amor che il Trovatore va’ cercando e aspirando, inesperto ancor e’ di quell’Amor per Messer Dio che e’ piu’ in alto, in alto, “ mas alto, mas alto” cosi’ come Juan de La Crux anche, amorosamnte, passionatamente, nel nobil Castellan linguaggio, piu’ tardi, cantando, con lo Spirito Sacro la sua anima qual mormorante, amorevole colomba amoreggiando, disse..........codesto amor, e’ su quella Scala delle Realta’ che fondament'ha in Eros, ma che sale sino all’Agape’ che dai Platonici e’ vagheggiato, che le donzelle e damigelle tutte, solo a far la calza vorrebbero assegnate, per non disturbar le loro platoniche, impossibili aspirazioni che fondamenta non hanno, ma che soltanto quell’amor che le virtuose donne provveder e poter sanno, quei Platonici, ripeter voglio, che l’acuto e razionale Aristotel corresse.
La Scala delle Realta’ pur menzionata e’ in quella storia che la Bibbia narra di Jacobbe, quando questo si trovo’ a sognar dormendo a Beth-El, che l’Ebreo intende Casa-di-Dio, mentre viaggiando mosse ad incontrar quella donzella che suo padre e il grande Iddio anche, per lui a maritar prescrisse.
Questa Scala che dominata e’ dall’Analogia richiede molta ratio da color che sanno ed intender e discerner razionalmente posson, e che non soltanto a rota memorizzando qual pappagalli soglion, recitando vanno anche talvolta mirevolmene e amorevolmente cantando, i sacri testi, cosi’ come i Meuzzin, i Mullah, gli Ayatollah, i Mufti, gli Sheikh, i Khalif et cetera soler fanno con il Sacro Q’uran che complemento solo esser puote del Vecchio e Nuovo Contratto, che sostituir non puote, incompleto essendo, senza di questi piu’ antichi testi, che’ di Dio, il Q’uran solo lo Spirto e quello non-Creatore per giunta, che Sabbatico appellar si potrebbe, solo menziono’, non la Parola che, Spirito Creatore e Agente, eternamente e’ mossa e tutto l’Universo muove, non il Padre Yahweh, che Abramo conobbe, ne’ il Figlio Cristo Jesu’ che ‘il Nazareno fu’ anche detto, che come essenziale Mediatore o Avvocato l’Umanita’ ed il Creato intero umilmente serve, che il Nuovo Contratto estese e che il buon Tommaso Aquinate canto’ nell’Ergo Sacramentum.
Iddio infatti aspiro’ quando a Mohammed parlo’,
600 anni circa dopo che Jesu Cristo al cielo ando’,
che i tre popoli dei Libri, uno sol, unito,
diventar dovessero con i tre Libri per comune testo.
Oh dolce stil nuovo, che al Petrarca, Boccaccio e Dante strumento fu’ quando cantar volsero delle virtuose lor donne la belta', che celeste fu', non come l'obbrobio e le oscenita' che color che pur angeliche apparendo, oggi in Xhamster che dalle ubiquite Internet le onde trasmesso e', qual satanico messaggio e testo, a soddisfar solgon delle Democratiche Mafie le sataniche voglie, l’orror e la rabbia che a Messer Dio facendo, che da su la', il tutto ribollendo osserva, catastrofica preparandosi sta' a ricader su delle Mafie le teste ed i cazzi, cosi' come a Sodoma e Gomorra tocco' patir, che'......... di sale essi tutti divennnero, che sino ad ora al biblico orizzonte d’ornamento fanno qual immobil di sale statue, ivi inclusa essendo di Lot la moglie che da vana curiosita’, da Dio vietata, tentata e distrutta fu’, che’ Dio non-invano parla e obbedienza a noi impone, cio’ serva quindi alle Democratiche Masse da lezione,
che’ sia il Padre che il Figlio credon in Monarchia e non in Banana Repubblica o Democrazia.
Oh dolce stil nuovo, che il cor a cavalleresche imprese et angelici amori dolcemente muove, da ella sol mosso, che a me sol, donna appare. Haa, fresche e dolci acque che le sue membra scorrono et toccano voluttuando, come in fontana, che l'acqueo zampillo orna sussurrando et mormorando, sempre movente e che secondo che la luce dell'astro, che il Sole e' da noi chiamato, agli Egizii che con Akhenaten discernenti furon, per i quali il sol solo simboleggiando ATEN, lo Spirto di Colui che tutto cio' che vivo e', eternamente muove, se' stesso immoto, eppur movente nella Parola che tutto crea et ricrea di Dio il Padre et il Figlio eternamente parlando, si', si' come dicevo io, pria che dalle analogie potessi esser mosso, quale zampillo che da fontana emerge, e che dal quale Messer Sole, come se in omaggio, un multicolore arcobaleno estrarre puote , secondo come l'inclinazion del solar raggio incontra lo zampillo, raggiando qual luce che dal diamante lo stesso Sol estrae, che sul banco superbamente sta', qual'Imperator raggiando, dello studioso, che luce analizando va', che' luce, come se da due soli, non da un sol astro, anche dalle pupille raggia della mia donna, quando sorriso sulle sue turgide, aperte labbra appare e che il mio core eternamente schiavo mantener, suole.

1. Of Bodies Souls and Minds.

Of Human Bodies and Souls.

Last night my Angel Guardian came to chat to me in my sleep.

To me he said-: " " My waif, it's time.

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To thee I have some truths of human bodies, hearts, minds and souls to tell.

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When of opposite genders thou shall think of,

remember oh waif of mine, beloved of God,

that of the gender that is like your own

the body thou must not seek to hold.

Their souls you may seek to hold with great love though,

as David did of Saul's son Jonathan the bold.

Of your opposite gender only,

the body you are allowed to seek to hold,

only if it is free and no other has a claim to it.

Remember further oh friend of God and mine

that humans are not allowed to claim both bodies and souls to hold

even of the opposite gender.

If body thy shall choose, the soul shall not be yours

if soul you choose on the other hand

it is not wise to claim the body too.

Trying both body and soul to mix and hold together with human love

is matter for drama and tragedy,

as even Cleopatra and poor Antony did show.

It is miscegenation.

If thou renounce the bodies

then all souls thou can hope to hold

if in accord with God's Laws,

without miscegenation or guilt for sin.

The renunciation is hard

but think about the freedom for Love

that it thus gives thee.

Even god-like thou shall feel and actually be free

from the constraints that Nature us plagues with.

The two, body and soul are in a struggle bound

that death alone shall unbind and free.

But, anyway, remember too

that while the body temporary is and vanity on earth

the soul eternally thou shalt benefit with.

The soul my friend who God seek

belongs to God eternally

and you are only allowed to borrow it

never can it belong to thee

as a possession

but only as a loan from God

Who is jealous, and rightly so, of it.

Body and soul are in a struggle bound

if thou remember what above I said.

There is a competition for the soul that to God belongs,

from God to steal that Creation that imperfect is

has unwisely entered in,

since the Beginnings when God,

without origination or generation involved,

----as the case was for the Eternal Word----

made humans to exist with body and soul,

in a Creation

that is of God but divine is not.

The struggle is between Nature and God

and is said by some wise moderns,

by Juan Luis Segundo led,

who was of Ignatius Loyola's the faithful,

to be caused by entropy, scarcity and necessity,

that results from a Creation,

that divine cannot be yet,

the ancients claiming an unlawful possession by humanity

of the Knowledge-Tree

the cause of the struggle to be,

God still possessing the Life-Tree.

A consolation in all this being

that divinisation of the whole Creation,

of the struggle the Purpose and Goal is.

There are further good news though

even in this scenario of Doom and Strife.

These are that Grace, Love and Hope

which are from the good Good the gifts,

can conquer all.

But you should pray for these.

The struggle my friend who art in love with God

is worth it all!

God Who understands the scenario God made

which God did not ORIGINATE or GENERATE( Baraah),

but just MADE ( Asaah),

is still at work to facilitate

that all immortalised may be and divine be made

so that both glorified-bodies and souls

of all beloved, whom on earth we meet and love,

we shall be able mutually to hold in Eternity.

Remember though that then,

no gender shall divide the bodies from the souls

floating as these shall be

in of God's love the ethereal ocean

that infinite bliss shall give,

all bathing in God's light

that all mysteries shall reveal.

But more I am not allowed to tell Thee,

for the Life-Tree does

not yet belong to Thee.

Sleep well my waif, with God! " "

Allelujah, Maranatha et Amen!

Kindly  translated  into   Spanish   by   Adibert  Ferrer  from  Porto  Rico-:

                                        De los cuerpos humanos y sus almas.

Anoche mi ángel guardián me hablo en un sueño.

Me dijo, “Mijo, ya es tiempo.”

Tengo que decirte algunas verdades sobre el cuerpo, los corazones, las mentes y almas humanas.

Cuando piensas en el sexo opuesto, Mijo de Dios, que el sexo que piensas no será el mismo que la tuya.

 Pero puedes buscar de las almas con gran amor, como hizo David de el hijo de Saul, Jonathan el Bravo.

Solamente puedes buscar el sexo opuesto para abrazar, siempre cuando este es libre y no hay aclamación de otro.

Recuerda a aun mas amigo mío, amigo de Dios, que los humanos no debe aclamar el alma y cuerpo de el sexo opuesto.

Si escoges el cuerpo, su alma no será tuya.

Si escoges el alma, no será sabio aclamar su cuerpo.

Si tratas de aclamar su alma y cuerpo con amor humano, puede pasar un factor de tragedia, como paso con Anthony y Cleopatra.

Esto es un error en el amor.

Si renuncia los cuerpos, entonces solo las almas pueden seguir las leyes de Dios sin sentir culpas. 

La negación es duro, pero píenselo como una liberta dado a ti.

Estará más cerca de Dios y libre de atadas de las plagas de la Naturaleza.

El cuerpo y el alma esta en un lucha atada, que solamente la muerte puede librar.

Recuerda, que el cuerpo es vanidoso y es temporero en la tierra, pero el alma es eterna y el alma se beneficiara.

Amigo mío, el alma que busca Dios, es de Dios eternamente y Dios solamente te de lo da prestado, nunca será un posesión tuya.  

Recuerdes que Dios es celoso con buenas razones. 
 Recuerdo lo que yo te dije, el cuerpo y el alma esta en una lucha.

Hay una competencia por las almas de Dios, un alma prestado creado por Dios que es imperfecto, que ha entrado desde de la Creación de Dios, sin origen, ni en los generaciones,

----como en el caso de la Palabra Entero---

La creación de los humanos es de Dios, pero no es divino.

La lucha dentro de Dios y la Naturaleza como lo han dicho sabios como Juan Luis Segundo, que era de Ignatius Loyola’s fe, es causado por escasees y necesidades que son resultados de la Creación que de devino no son todavía.

Los ancianos aclaman la posesión ilegal de la humanidad del árbol de los conocimientos de la causa de la lucha que es.

Todavía Dios posea el árbol de la vida.

En consolación de la divinización de todo creación, de la lucha del propósito y la meta.

Pero hay buenas noticias en esta escena de la Muerte.

 Hay Gracias, Amor y Esperanzas que son de buena fe que puede conquistar a todos que reza por esto.

La lucha vale la pena, amigo que ama a Dios, esto es lo más que vale.

Dios entiende la escena creado por Dios, pero Dios no lo origino o genero (Baraah), solo lo hizo (Asaah) esta en esta lucha para que todo puede ser inmortalizado y puede ser divino para que ambos cuerpos sean glorificados a quien así lo quiere, quienes en la tierra se juntan y aman, pueden tomar posesión de la eternidad.

Recuérdate, que no genera, no divide los cuerpos de las almas que flota en el océano de la amor de Dios, tendrá la bendición de la luz de Dios y todos misterios de la vida será revelados.

Pero no te puede decir mas sobre esto a ti, por que el árbol de la vida no te pertenece a ti.

¡Mijo, duerme con Dios!