Michelangelo

I reach out to you
with my hand, my finger
As if we were in a painting
of Michelangelo
bringing each other back to life
in dance, in laughter
in all the untold stories
We never were the fallen angels
we were meant to fly
And as love colours us,
we paint the world

©RoseGirl2026

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  1. Dear Marieke, I wrote this essay in 2003. You might like it.

    New Age Yoga

      This Light, filling the soul and warming the Space, gives birth to the time of yoga of the new era. The gentle sounds of the heart bells and beginningless happiness are the basis of this yoga, which came to weave the inner fires into a single flame. 
    
     The bottomlessness of joy is the fabric of the impersonal Expanse, and the nature of Light is its patterns.  This fabric of our Destiny is woven with the threads of fate. Listen to the Sun to feel the rhythm of your heart.     
    
     Dissolution in the ocean of love, without end and without edge, the crazy knowledge of the Divine Essence of the soul - this is the happiness of our birth, the mystery of the depths of the heart. 
    
     There is nothing but the holy Void giving birth to the young God – follow this Void. 
    
     There are no instructions - only the rustling of the inner world, dreams of inescapability. 
    
     There is nothing to compare the smile of God with; one can only gaze into the reflection of the Void and smile back, seeing oneself everywhere – a projection of Infinity. 
    
     No past, no future, no present. Nothing to cling to. Freedom of the Spirit and spontaneity of the soul. A sparkling world of timelessness. Time disappears, becoming the fourth coordinate of space. A three-dimensional cube is larger than the infinity of a plane. The myriad of our universes are on the tip of a four-dimensional needle. 
    
     The yoga of resolving aporias according to the wise Zeno. Achilles catches the tortoise, but the arrow also hits its target. Space and time are quantized, but there is no transition from one quantum of space to another. Because we have always been in all states. What appears to be the movement of space in time is merely a projection of the four-dimensional Unity onto the ego consciousness. 
    
     The pain of the dying self is comparable to the joy of the birth of the divine. The happiness of meeting oneself is incomparable to anything. 
    
     The vision of the One in everything and everyone, near and far, is a sign of the heart's opening, the inevitability of dissolution. There is no center to your "I." You are everywhere. But you are not you either. The illusion is captivating. The spell of divine illusion gives birth to the sense of "I."      
    

    The disappearance of duality means a return to the Source, but where is God when the “I” melts?

     The crystalline integrity of the soul's burning and the flame of Samadhi are links in the same chain. As you burn, you give birth to quanta of space—universes of love. Burned to ashes, you become yourself. 
    
     There are no intermediaries. God of Wind, God of Air, God of Water… Why do they exist if there is One? The energy of air, the energy of fire, the energy of water – this is the paganism of our time. 
    
     By taking a position, you affirm your small self. Position limits. Without it, you are infinite. 
    
     When your "I" is in everything living and nonliving, why cultivate a self? A small "I" can grow endlessly without ever transcending its limits. Until it bursts like a soap bubble. 
    
     Escaping thoughts is not yet going beyond the "I." The center of self remains. It will collapse when the boundary between "I" and "not-I" disappears, when the "I" of all beings becomes yours. 
    
     The cells of the heart are alive, they think on their own cellular level. Now talk to your heart. It is not the sum of a myriad of little "I's." It is on a qualitatively different level. 
    
     Don't be afraid. A leap into the unknown isn't the death of the small "I," but the birth of the great. But even when your "I" merges with the mind of all beings, with the Universal Mind, know that it, too, is still Nature. You are not the Mind, you are that which gives birth to the Mind. "Tat tvam asi"—you are That. 
    
     Not a wise old man teaching others, but an equal among equals, a divine child creating worlds. 
    
     The Absolute gives birth to love, and your big "I" is this love. The task of the little "I" is to become a conduit of love in our world. And the highest manifestation of love is not to interfere with others being themselves. 
    
     Everything you see is the energy of thought, and that's why we can't get to the building blocks of matter. That's why everything imaginable exists. It's just that the degree of reality varies. 
    
     Feel your divine self. The voice of the heart, the voice of the inner Teacher, the sense of the self of all living things and all that you consider inanimate—as your self, the sense of the world as One Indivisible and the disappearance of the sense of self—these are the milestones of your Path. 
    
     Don't deceive yourself. As long as you have the feeling of "I," you are only a reflection of the divine, the Absolute, which contains everything, including your little "I." 
    
     You are not eternal, so don't cling to life and its manifestations, but live. God is not eternal either. He is beyond time. 
    
     Holiness is freedom from the ego. Holiness is not an end in itself, but without freedom from desires, you do not belong to yourself. When Samadhi approaches, the world begins to glow. This is the light of your holy soul. 
    
     Freedom—it needs no definitions. Following the dictates of the soul and Spirit detaches you from the mundane. Standing at the summit, you bless your Path. 
    
     Bells of the heart… 
    
    
    
     We will meet.
    

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      1. I love your poetry. I first saw you in Dancer Encore and then looked you up online :))

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