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ETHERIAL AWARENESS by Anca Mihaela Bruma

For me, it is like every day I have to take these inward steps, a continuous resurrection and revival, an inner Exodus…

I allow Life to come from behind me and surprise me, in this process allowing my own self to bloom, always in awareness of this fragile Existence, a “timeless Ethereality”. The sacredness of my own Being “screams” for the pathos of Love as “essences of your insights swing the Eternity on the edge of my Being”. This sacred space, this “unspoken space” bleeds my own poetry in rainbows and intoxicated pixelated violets sealed by our “sweet kiss”

This spiritual relationship has no conditions attached to it and cannot fade with Time, in fact Time and Space cease to exist.  This is not a mundane Love, of the sub-Self, but the perception of Love by Soul, a place where traits of the body are non-existent.

I see Pathos here as a sign of Freedom, a mysterious impulse towards my own wholeness, full of Grace, creating opportunities for Self-knowledge. This poem describes the consuming longing for the lover as well as inside the lover, extended beyond the beloved one, finding oneself in Harmony with the totality of Reality.

To experience such Pathos will bring a sense of liberation from mundane, maturity in understanding about Life beyond law and customs, implying conditions necessary for my own evolvement towards wholeness.

Ethereal Awareness
by Anca Mihaela Bruma

In this timeless ethereality
where silences build 
converted assonances
and gravitational elapses,
I breath your unspoken space
within my pollinated reflections...

Petalled essences of your insights
swing the Eternity 
on the edge of my second...

Echoed Time graciously bleeds rainbows
of your pixelated soul!

Intoxicated violets hide 
in the sweetness of our kiss!...

(Click here to listen to Anca recite her poem) 
Painting by Dorina Costras, submitted by the author 

Anca Mihaela Bruma: I am Romanian living in Dubai/UAE. My love for poetry started when I was just 9 years old. Since I started writing again in January 2014, it has emerged from me like an “explosion” - it is like the pen “writes” me not the other way around! My “lyrical writings”, as I like to call them, are more of a spiritual autobiography, depicting reality as I perceive it behind all forms: with no space and time, a quantum view of existence. Right now, I see the writing as a form of being present inside the language, a paradigm of living, which is encoded in the message itself, like a poetic consciousness with a spherical view of things, life, and love. For me, writing now is more related to the realization of the greater self, beyond the mundane and well-known laws of society, as an expression of both the rational and the intuitive, via poetry, increasing my awareness with new meanings expanded. Connect with Anca on her new website here, via FacebookPintrestYoutube, or Twitter.    

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