Poetry

June 7, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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with Dorina Costras

 

By

Anca Mihaela Bruma

 

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Agape

 

 

I stopped looking for you
in the glorified Scriptures
so I can see
Past, Future, all Present in you!
The invisible one who can see
the Eye of my Eye
and not the Mind of my Mind,
but the Heart of my Heart!…
You are so different from unknown
yet!… so very well known,
“infected” by Infinitude
giving justice to the silence of the Truth!

 

No meta-logic…… not extra-language….
You rose above the canons of False and True,
passing through the song and rhythm
of your own life, while Infinity
found shelter in the depths of your eyes.

 

You wear my Being….. as I do yours…..
duo souls….. but we named them as one!
You are the One within the multiples
reflected in thousand dips of everlastingness…

 

I closed my eyes….. not to hold, but behold you
and speak to your multitudes in the name of one
about the history of futures residing inside your breaths…

 

No more citadels of doubts
in these lofty peaks of mysteries
You are either my distance or my proximity,
a sentient Being inside my listener’s Eye
as you died plenty of deaths of your Self.

 

I finally empty my Self….. so LOVE can enter
and accompany each of your breath,
recurring in both of your Presence and Absence!

 

I am the singer of your song
and the lyricist of your Life!…

 

Only YOU remain!…
the rest…..is IT!…..

 

 

 

 

 

Throughout times, LOVE, in its many forms has been an inspiration for countless mystics, seeking to capture the experiences of it, that ineffable, revealing to the reader in a mystical way.

Developing a spiritual love, one can open to the deep layers of that person’s personality, to his/her fullest greatness and grace.

Agape is the Greek word for the Biblical Godly Love, the kind of love which only God possesses, and not the conditioned human kind of love, based on return or response. This poem presents that type of Love, which is unmovable, unshakable and any changes happen just for evolvement. This is a love story of lovers whose love passed ages of human history, reborn every time to find again each other, as part of the world event.

Agape-love develops your conscious self, your higher intelligence, it is a tantalizing creative force, stronger than any other forces. The poem “Agape” describes that intense affectivity, an ardent and zealous, taking the form of divine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Autumn of Our Spring

 

 

My autumnal words fell on the sidewalk of Love!

You looked like Autumn… I behaved like Spring…

I found you when I had lost you

In this autumn… of our spring.

 

I re-arranged my rustic colors

so Love might gain a new anthem

with fluid steps and no numb regrets,

forgotten overdue epiphanies,

lost stolen rainbows

and red echoes with tangerine taste.

 

In this autumn of our spring

with its golden trail and acoustic wings

the season paints its words as a grand finale

while your leaves whisper secrets to the World

and a puff of wind lingers our photographic memories

as journals left and long forgotten on the path’s end.

 

A stolen cry, a remembered loss of innocence,

as my desires hung on Sun’s shoulder,

I see a repainted canvas of us

with cycled memories on the hills’ canopy.

 

How sensual this autumn is!

Spiraling its space… tumbling its distance,

prolonged myself by flaming orange leaves.

 

During this autumn of our spring

my World turned into a September embrace,

October tinted your presence

With blossoming hues of green-orange undertones.

 

A dreamy dream… an autumnal fugue,

during lost Summer epopee,

and I breathed… with November pulse.

 

My soul’s crimson is ambered and rubied

And I feel… autumned…

I left my cinnamon spice to learn more about your beauty

the citrine embers of your eyes under the raindrops,

watched the cosmic dance on your skin, a whisper in time,

my temple of words still carry a forgotten white procession.

 

And love again… and again… dawns upon my future self

with rain scented winds, thrumming my life in your heart…

 

Words still scream the nuances of your disappearances

sailing across my punctuated flight…

Of so much yearning… I have sharpened more wings…

 

In this autumn of our spring, I will stumble no more

behind your voice… as Life cannot be half sung!…

 

A stolen cry… a remembered loss of innocence,

and I have learnt how to die… by living!…

 

 

 

 

“The Autumn of Our Spring” poem emphasizes the main theme of change and challenge: creative change, spiritual change and relational transformation.

I use my lyrical writings as a poetic guidance, a longing for a more meaningful life, a renewed relationship with the Divine. This poem presents the seasons of life and passage of Time, a spiritual adventure where the highest understanding of Unity is the key. The writing radiates a secret timeless knowledge about Mystery of cyclical change, the interconnection and fusion in the same time between Life and Death, the inner turmoil during this spiritual “adventure” and its revelations, explored with complex and laconic elegance. It is highly evocative write, reflecting deeply on the challenges of Life, providing spiritual solace that transcends the traditional understanding; a longing for meaning, for metamorphosis of Life, Love, of your own Being (“Every step is birth, every step is death.” Hermann Hesse).

Moments of fervent passion alternates with period of unbearable loneliness inside this poem and the poetess uses nature as a canvas for her psyche and emotions’ projection, in order to find a greater understanding and love within herself. Sacred love and wisdom is unfolded by the healing rhythms of the Nature together with the universal law of the Universe: Death and re-Birth.

The theme of futility and impermanence is symbolized by the autumn season, where nature is changing, nothing lasts forever, everything is ripe, mature, fulfilled, requiring her to reconcile with herself, to harvest a lifetime of learning, to get that sense of fulfillment and richness, letting go and releasing things which serve her purpose no more. A deep, penetrating emotion of melancholy on an autumnal canvas is presented with its roots from pain underlining the very fact the suffering engages her with Life differently, deeply, acutely, totally, an opportunity to go beyond the surface of her own Life and learning about her own Self and the inner purpose of all things, the need to balance the light and darkness within herself, living with or without it.

Despite strong touch of melancholia inside the poem, the end is purely motivational, stating hope, a re-awakening call based on the well known Sufi core belief “die before you die” (“fana”), “and I have learned how to die… by living” (Anca), were annihilation of Ego and total surrender is expected. The moment you stop fearing death is the moment when truly Life can take over you, liberated from attachments and identifications that create sufferings. It is a complete aware living, where you can experience more shades and aspects of Love and Life.

“The autumn of our spring” expression means allowing Wisdom to spring inside yourself over and over again, newly flavoured, anew seasoned, continuously and ceaselessly rejuvenated!

 

 

 

 

Pictures for each poem courtesy of Romanian artist Dorina Costras.

 

 

 

 

 

Anca Mihaela Bruma

My name is Anca Mihaela Bruma, I am Romanian living in Dubai/UAE. My love for poetry started when I was just 9 years old, when I registered myself to some creative poetry writing group. It was a turning point for me as I started to discover the mysteries of the written word and its impact on the readers. I was just 6 years old when I registered myself at a public library, being fascinated by the readings. The passion for reading, composing and reciting the written words was extended to choosing the first degree, a BA in English and Romanian Philology. While a teenager, I was published in various journals of poetry.

Since an early age, I have always viewed writing poetry as the perfect medium which is able to depict profound unfathomable complexities of someone’s life or life itself, to render into words that which is unsayable, that ineffable, which can be truly deeper than the language itself. Through my writings, as well years of readings, I always looked to seek something beyond that which was apparent to others! I was fascinated to see how different aspects of truth were transfigured by different emotions, how experiences were poetized. I pursued seeing beauty expressed in all forms of art, not just poetry; creating a “thirst” within me to explore more and more for the knowledge of the mystery beneath and beyond it, as a symbol of something greater and higher with its own power to immortalize the expressions over the years.

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