ah my friend -a beautiful masterpeice once more. we are running parallel again haha. wink. because for a while I went to a beautiful historical french catholic church to meditate, now though I have switched over to the cathedral. anyway at the historical church very elderly women would decorate the church before the celebration and at the time I considered that it was so right for them to do so- the ripeness of their femininity of intuition was interwoven with the efflorescence of celebration like a pre celebration of the mass, like a ritual in its own rite.
ce frumos a scris M:) mie mi se pare ca florile acelea,ca si lumina,daca nu cumva exagerez,isi trag seva din vesmintele ei,iar ea doar sta si priveste, fara sa astepte,fara nicio expresie care sa sugereze altceva decat calm. atat de frumoase,sacre prin frumusetea lor,imi vine sa spun,sa ma plec
tu o vezi calmă, ce interesant, da, tu o vezi în ideal, eu o văd aşa speriată şi ruşinată de prezenţa mea, când s-a întors şi m-a văzut, nu ştia unde să se ascundă :-)
I meant to say that they decorated with potted flowers and vases of flowers.several walked in like a procession. Im sending you no longer white petalled kisses but snowflake kisses.
oh i can imagine that procession, and the glimmer of petals in the darkness of the church. it would have been wonderful to be able to film that, photos too, but i imagine a video, black and white, of course.
no need to worship--
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temple and altar
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Deletethis is marvelous - and what i had been thinking myself, though i couldn't find such condense verse to express it...
thank you ~~~
ah my friend -a beautiful masterpeice once more.
ReplyDeletewe are running parallel again haha. wink.
because for a while I went to a beautiful historical french catholic church to meditate, now though I have switched over to the cathedral.
anyway at the historical church very elderly women would decorate the church before the celebration and at the time I considered that it was so right for them to do so- the ripeness of their femininity of intuition was interwoven with the efflorescence of celebration like a pre celebration of the mass, like a ritual in its own rite.
ce frumos a scris M:)
ReplyDeletemie mi se pare ca florile acelea,ca si lumina,daca nu cumva exagerez,isi trag seva din vesmintele ei,iar ea doar sta si priveste, fara sa astepte,fara nicio expresie care sa sugereze altceva decat calm. atat de frumoase,sacre prin frumusetea lor,imi vine sa spun,sa ma plec
tu o vezi calmă, ce interesant, da, tu o vezi în ideal, eu o văd aşa speriată şi ruşinată de prezenţa mea, când s-a întors şi m-a văzut, nu ştia unde să se ascundă :-)
DeleteI meant to say that they decorated with potted flowers and vases of flowers.several walked in like a procession.
ReplyDeleteIm sending you no longer white petalled kisses but snowflake kisses.
oh i can imagine that procession, and the glimmer of petals in the darkness of the church. it would have been wonderful to be able to film that, photos too, but i imagine a video, black and white, of course.
Deletehere we still have sun and warm days! :-)
bises...
:: oh, the second one, petals as steam, as smoke :: (-;
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