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GLIMPSES by Angela Patrono

I believe in a Love that goes beyond life, death, time and space…

Time has no power on souls who love each other. Realizing this may turn your life upside down. Such glimpses give you the certainty that you’re not alone, that someone watches over you, that each single step of your journey is intertwined with many others in a deep Love connection. They may come in the form of a person, of a vision, of a dream. You can experience such blissful moments by diving into Art or creative stuff, meditating, praying, contacting your inner Self. The contact with the other part of myself has been a life-changing experience for me.

by Angela Patrono

Beyond flesh and bones,
beyond the sleeping sight
of the diamond river,
there is a Love deserving to be expressed
somewhere, someday, somehow.

Never ceasing to look for the Essence
for Time is just Eternity in disguise -
Beauty uncaught will always be
a playful glimpse of Immortality
guiding our straight path.

Even though earthly things will perish
there is some certainty from up above -
Light will be your trustful companion
and never let you go.

Angela Patrono is a writer, editor and translator from Italy. She believes in the power of creativity, which is closely linked to spiritual awakening. She also believes that poetry is a mysterious gift, a way of creating a world of our own, where words can really do magic. In her opinion, poetry is closer to visual art than you think. She draws most of her inspiration from Art, especially Sandro Botticelli’s. She is the founder and the admin of the Facebook pages Sandro Botticelli. Un Artista, mille emozioni and Filippino Lippi. In 2014 she released her first poetry book Voci dall’Iperuranio (Voices from the Hyperuranion). You can contact her on her blog.

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