Tales4Love

Dear Friends and Authors,   We are very happy to share with you this beautiful poem, by Clair O. (Cork – Ireland), the winner of the “International Literary Contest Nature 2018-2019”.   The Lady of Coram   Who is she wish of hand? Fainted lady of Coram, Calling to the frozen abyss, Hush to the dead- -Fast asleep.   Floating frozen ocean shore, Lost of sight and broken sea floors, Simple words that string the line, Gain of nothing; lost of the divine.   She taunts them to escape frozen shores, Under her rule of taunting pain, Giving false hope to the frozen souls, The lady of Coram owns the game.       What is her aim but to win? She surely carries out her task, Stay a moment and hear her callous laugh, To silence the lost is her forte, All the souls trapped in ocean ice, Victims of directed fallen Angels winged in black, The being of many names traps them, Still to me she is the lady of Coram, Calling to the dark I hear their roars, It’s all I ever really hear, Frozen soul, Ocean Sea, ...

  God the Rock   God must love everything She created.  I saw her hard as a rock, a cosmic rock, black, imploded,  condensed to nothing — all her radiance withdrawn — inscrutable Consciousness reveling in a bottomless hole where mighty light-swallowing Energy was humming, sucking everything into the dead-center of her boundlessly fecundating heart. How She must love everything She became, has become and is becoming as She showers and terminates her earth-shaking displays to the ends of the blazing universe, eternally and blissfully becoming and unbecoming— forever God.     A Photo of Snow at Sonoma (CA) See you soon.