The corpus of works from the caves
The soul speaking animate or inanimate
On the earth in things or in the breathe
The One and the only Immanent
Creator or the Mover from nothing
Permeates the glory to the human
As seen with few books in hand
The coincidences with the philosophy
The intellect bringing the opposites
Divide the line of faith and reason
Get to the meeting lines may there be
The prophet and the philosopher
Agree on the theories that exist
Exist not when in real it is looked
Smaller are the incidences to collide
In opposition for the minor gods
Those reside in the hearts of all
The warring Gods of the armies
Why the rains are not in blood
The philosopher's stone to burn
The touch of Midas yet another
The intuition's perfect man
The mystic said for the order
Order to obey in vigil the vision
Latin and the ancient hierarchy
The God in court making decisions
My beloved asked many times
Possessed are you from the evil
Draconian covers of papers in skin
Of animals that were devouring
In personal god and a small book
The verse we write and sing together
And many a voices and many a verses
Shall make the voice and verse of god
So speaketh with many lips
God what shalt he ordain to speak
*(The Cardinal Cusanus' famous theory is that of 'Coincidentia oppositorum' which can be translated into coincidence between the opposites)
Courtesy Maude C. for the title.
31/3/2009
I read this two or three times. I cannot say that I understand its meaning. I can guess what it means, but that is really a waste to do so. The translation at the end does not reveal a meaning at all. The problem here is that each thought runs into another before it is developed fully for clear understanding. That's really all I can say except sorry. GW62
aren't u talking of binaries in life...hv a feeling i missed out on something here...may be lil too verbose? i dunno...can u tell me in simpler terms if my first statement holds?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your expressions. Each line alone seperates a consciousness, but together they become a little disjointed. Still overall, a significant piece.