.. But as you have stated, dear Paulo Coelho, the miracle of life and dimiourgia [creation] continues eternally.
May we, and each one of us, create beautiful and luminous worlds and Paradise on Earth. As in our prayer that Jesus has given to us: 'Your Will be done as in Heaven so on Earth'…
Above, around us, but mainly IN us.
LOVE,
Thelma.

intentaré despertar. lo prometo

un beso enorme y gracias por tus mensajes.

It’s wonderful!! Thanks…

:)

.. But as you have stated, dear Paulo Coelho, the miracle of life and dimiourgia [creation] continues eternally.
May we, and each one of us, create beautiful and luminous worlds and Paradise on Earth. As in our prayer that Jesus has given to us: ‘Your Will be done as in Heaven so on Earth’…
Above, around us, but mainly IN us.
LOVE,
Thelma.

And, since poetry seems to be a topic today, I’ll share a poem with you that I wrote:

CELESTIAL

Sometimes I think we’re like the stars
those two, right up there
I to you as Zeta’s Alcor
we, the Great Grizzly’s ill-fated Mizars
who nightly chase one another across
the taut dark dome, charting a spiral series of orbs
burning and yearning, bright
like two mirrors panting at one another, might
those two little points of light, indistinguishable
go on and on, inexhaustibly reaching but never quite touching
their own reflections elusive yet inextinguishable.

Sometimes I think we’re like the planets
or perhaps I to you as to Jupiter
any one of his many moons
or of any such whirlpool, any two twirling dervishes who pass
locked in their tight hot patterns of mutual attraction
enchanting, dancing their impotent dance on the merry-go-round
swirling, as a set of spinning tops or speeding spools unraveling
casting their heady spells, swelling of gravitation, inescapable
like two magnets entranced in a sweet slow samba, inseparable
yet eternally rocked by the sway of their ever-individual clocks.

Sometimes I think we’re like the celestial bodies
who burst and burn and fall to earth in shattered fragments
who’ve drifted cold for eons perhaps in sterile dissipation
after having chosen immolation or dissolution, the sole absolution
when no longer will the density of the core support
the outward tug of inconsummate dispensation.

Sometimes I think we’re like those gleaming dots of light
on high, born of one, in a single bang, who return to one
because in this nearness they can no longer bear to be
alone.

- Savita Vega
——–
This is a poem about the relationship between two binary stars. Binary stars, like star-makers, are a peculiarly interesting astronomical phenomenon. They are born together, and they do not possess wholly individual orbits – rather, they orbit one another. Due to their mutual magnetic attraction, they are locked in this pattern forever, swirling around and around one another. Because of their nearness to one another, when we see them through any but the most powerful telescope, they appear as one. To the naked eye, the light which they produce is fused together, a singular illumination.

Linda mensagem. Importante aprendizado.

MARG,

Ca

…Cada dia, es una Nueva Vida…
…que la Humanidad, aun hoy, no ve…
…por estar dormida…

Mauro Camporeale