Menfis
“… Downstream to the
rhythm of the rowers,
I go to Memphis,
with my bundle of reeds on my shoulder,
Memphis, known
as the life of two lands ”.
Papyrus Harris
500
Inland in the
last glow of twilight
on those cobalt
waters that leave in time
so much untold
story
the boats glide
Multiple voices
dissipated in the wind
and later a very
fine sand over the eyes
stupor and roar
of insects
crawling snakes
in the open night
Shadow of
magnificence
ruins in time
where still they await secrets
invocations
Sekhmet
Animal or
goddess bleeding her cosmic pain?
Perpetual light
that travels the sea of time in the desert
Tumult of
Ancient Echoes transcend memory
dream land
desired land
root inhabited
in itself
Lost earth in
old pupils
hours left under
unnoticed dunes
and when the
blackness of the night collapses
only silence of
ruins
Place of spilled
solitudes
Dunes vertebra
goatskin houses
remain in deep silence
Horizons that
mark
the threshold to
infinity
The centuries
crumble like a clay statue desert
winds erase
every sign and every shadow
Towards which
worlds will ancient dreams resurface?
Eternity
From the
beginning of time
we knew that we would
meet
again at the
time of true love
and the sacred
union of souls
Like an eternal
dream
a land looms
before us
vestige of a
magical invocation
the mighty rite
of an ancient legend
that seduces us
and haunts us
with his memory
and his songs
under the clear
shadow of all visions
What we want to
see ... we see
with the inner
eye that was given to us
in the primeval
kingdom where once
we were complete
unity with the Great Cosmic Ocean
Like a dream
hidden in yesterday
today it
manifests
so simple and
clear
like the
colorful vision of the prophet
in the beautiful
and immense flowered fields
Dreamed land
that returns to us
in a dance of
stars in the skies
for a while…
it's true….
was hidden and
remained lonely
in the invisible
worlds of the Akasha records
But the
heartbeat of pure love
in the now glow
of the fragrance of the promised rose
that the center
of our heart distills
in the circle of
time and rebirth
prepares us for
what is to come
beyond eternity
Memories
reflected in the primeval waters of the past memories
of feeling that
guide us today
and that
illuminate our lives
finally opening
the long-awaited portal
and thus,
activating the light behind the veil
United in the
flame of stellar truth
you know who you
are in me I know who I am in you
fire of the
Phoenix always burning in unity.
Far Horizons
From afar you
can hear
the voice of the
mountains of Tajikistan
its mountain
ranges seem to touch the sky
its sound is
song
poem that
resonates
in the heart of
every day
Like a golden
dream that is born
in the sweet joy
of the dawn
the clarity
drains leaving traces
on the rocky
roads
turquoise gorges
of water
that reflect the
Divine face
memories of the
ancient silk road
ruins of a
Persian
echoes and
passages of glory
crystalline
prayers that rise to the sky
about a story
sheltered in silence
The wind carries
a song
towards distant
horizons
dances and
ecstasy
in the tremulous
dawn.
MARLENE PASINI
MARLENE PASINI: Mexico.
Communicologist, psychotherapist, Egyptologist, writer, poet, visual artist.
Cultural Director of the IFCH, Morocco, President of the Mexican Academy of
Modern Literature, Counselor of the Taghrid Fayad Cultural Forum, Egypt. Doctor
Honoris Causa, IFCH. Multiple international recognitions.
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