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AGAPE by Anca Mihaela Bruma

 Developing a spiritual love, one can open to the deep layers of that person’s personality, to his/her fullest greatness and grace…

Throughout times, LOVE -in its many forms- has been an inspiration for countless mystics seeking to capture the experience of it: that ineffable state, and reveal it to the reader in a mystical way.

Agape is the Greek word for the Biblical Godly Love, the kind of love which only God possesses. Agape is not the conditioned human kind of love, based on return or response. This poem presents that unconditional type of Love, which is unmovable, unshakable and any changes happen while within it, are in the interest of evolving.  This is a love story of lovers whose love endured ages of human history, reborn every time to find again each other, as part of the world event.

Agape-love develops your conscious self, your higher intelligence, it is a tantalizing creative force, stronger than any other forces. The poem “Agape” describes that intense affectivity; ardent and zealous, taking the form of the divine.
Pictured is the author, Anca Mihaela Bruma


Agape
by Anca Mihaela Bruma


I stopped looking for you
in the glorified Scriptures
so I can see
Past, Future, all Present in you!
The invisible one who can see
the Eye of my Eye
and not the Mind of my Mind,
but the Heart of my Heart!...
You are so different from unknown
yet!... so very well known,
"infected" by Infinitude
giving justice to the silence of the Truth!

No meta-logic...... not extra-language....
You rose above the canons of False and True,
passing through the song and rhythm 
of your own life, while Infinity
found shelter in the depths of your eyes.

You wear my Being..... as I do yours.....
duo souls..... but we named them as one!
You are the One within the multiples
reflected in thousand dips of everlastingness...

I closed my eyes..... not to hold, but behold you
and speak to your multitudes in the name of one
about the history of futures residing inside your breaths...

No more citadels of doubts
in these lofty peaks of mysteries
You are either my distance or my proximity,
a sentient Being inside my listener's Eye 
as you died plenty of deaths of your Self.

I finally empty my Self..... so LOVE can enter
and accompany each of your breath,
recurring in both of your Presence and Absence!

I am the singer of your song
and the lyricist of your Life!...

Only YOU remain!...
the rest.....is IT!.....
Pictured is the author, Anca Mihaela Bruma


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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