Jun 15

Le Monde

...a song for wolf girl. [audio m4a="http://www.radiantdaggers.com/wp-content/uploads/02-Le-Monde.m4a"][/audio]   -X

Jun 15

For You

Years ago I fell in love with this song... I now dedicate it to you.

It is a prayer, greater than a prayer, greater than a dervish dance...more than Rumi’s words, this pours bittersweet wine por voce...if you drink it it will burn you and turn you into flames; if you understand it, it will transform you and you will find yourself far away, in the “Middle of The World” exactly where you are, but no longer there... -I

Como É Grande O Meu Amor Por Você

Eu tenho tanto pra lhe falar Mas com palavras não sei dizer Como é grande o meu amor por você E não ha nada pra comparar Para poder lhe explicar Como é grande o meu amor por você Nem mesmo o céu, nem as estrelas Nem mesmo o mar e o infinito Não é maior que o meu amor, nem mais bonito Me desespero a procurar Alguma forma de lhe falar Como é grande o meu amor por você Nunca se esqueça nem um segundo Que eu tenho o amor maior do mundo Como é grande o meu amor por você Mas como é grande o meu amor por você

May 15


wallpapers-for-gt-sacred-geometry-iphone-wallpaper-sacred-geometry-wallpaper-wallpapers-heart-iphone-hd-desktop-seven-foundry-reich   Inside the temple, with his helmet in his left hand, and his right hand on the hilt of an inverted broadsword, he was bathed in shafts of light streaming through stained glass oculai painting his cape with deep crimson. He whispered in words audible to the ten thousand witnesses, "forgive me Father for I have sinned...and on my knees have I come to you, in search of what I have lost when I was born in duality's dance...".

The word religare means to bind, or relink to the source whence we came, and make conscious the connection between mortal coil and divine infinite; and in conscious bind thus make choice and so action in aligned purpose.

On a recent trip to Kabul while the city bristled on the brink of war, I came across a number of seekers, all of whom had come to country to quench their thirst, each in his or her own way unknowingly searching to connect with the memories of their fathers, and through that connection gain salvation, redemption and release...

But it did not matter whether they were seeking in Kabul, Kalahari, or Kuala Lumpur, nor even Kansas; and it did not matter whether they whirled, prostrated, or levitated...for the one quest defined them all.

"Why are you here?" I would ask.

"To solve this, to help that, or to give there...," would be the varied answers masking the one quest, in search of the elemental archetype.

While the mother nourishes the body, father nourishes the soul, as has been the case from dawn of time, in flux of strife and harmony between soul tethered to body, in pursuit of sight beyond the many-faced maya.


Apr 15

The hour is long…

...and the night is young. Do you remember what's been lost in the fog of time?  You sense it, but do you really know what you've lost? I remember driving through mountain passes in the back seat of my dad's car imagining an endless world, made of dreams and giants, and empires; of sleeping buddhas, and burnt castles; of blue kites fluttering in the wind tethered to hope... And so with this, my dear, I once again will answer your question...with a question. Do YOU know why are you here?  What brings you to this place if not what you seek in yourself... Will you flinch, will you not rise? Will the sacred inspire you, or the mundane tie you?  What of your wings...your graceful flight... Will you take a leap of faith with me? to where the world ends? to the edge of things? -Iliad https://youtu.be/T5Xl0Qry-hA ...never give up. https://youtu.be/aLe9OjU-nvM

Mar 15

Blue Fairy

I close my eyes and see your eyes, bright and penetrating, guarding your sprites... I reach to touch you and you withdraw in fragile tremor, haunted by shadowy frights... But...in your heart, in your beautiful soul, with wings spread wide, I see thousand lights... In the brief moment I've come to know you, you have revealed to me infinite worlds and a starry night regaled in co-creative delights bedazzled by army of knights reaching untold heights...lighting stars in blue blue nights... M'lady... -Alexander