Superfluous material

Superfluous, no longer needed and more or less as useless as an oxygen tank on a corpse. I slowly lock myself away. Not that ever significant was the presence or worth of labours, or that it matter they be;  (what care the wind of its direction? )  but to feel them useless now means that to someone, at least one, it had almost been meaningful onetime contrary to her (my) beliefs.  I know not if the door will re-open, nor if it matter that it does but I know that it is for the present time usless information: It means as much as the notion of direction does to the wind.  For now, I'll just blow away the thought and return to my foolishness.. and blow bubbles in the breeze.

(Isto há-de passar. Passa sempre, felizmente ou infelizmente, ou parvamente ou ..  hmfff..)

Resonance Liberation

Originally contained within GFA Post - HERE

Resonance - Liberation

I have walked the walk of millions,
those who had fallen and others not.

I've walked the ages, 

counted each imprisoned breath born from ordinal numbers 

and wept at you feet.

These wings on my back are tattered and worn my darling.
Laced,
they hang with the dust of time
hugging my body,
barely visible.

 Looking back,

Conquered, yet "Un-Conquested",

bedded upon endless gardens

taken

mysteries nearly plundered 

and unveiled...

I weep at your feet.

Legion surrounding the lake 

as Aegle slumbering in grief but in numbers,

a multitude of wooded beings,

sleeping, 

I dreamt of you.

Rivers of time try to erase, start anew

yet 

within the steadfast darkness 

of my silence

I have heard your words in Morphic Resonance 

"Come hither.. the world changes. Quick, hurry.."

And from the shores I return,
we
turn 

and arrive at each new angle 

360 degrees... and back.

poem written by Margarida Costa 

(aka: Guida Almeida, Guida Costa, Maria MFA Costa)