Love’s Realm

Your love, more precious than gold
Shines in the night like a million stars.
I would gladly trade all that I own
To hear you say you feel the same.

I drown in the ocean of your passion
I float on the waves of your moonlit seas.
Your pleasure brings my life meaning
I would sacrifice all to fulfill your needs.

Each moment I hold so precious
My heart you pulled from the void.
My salvation, my wishes, my very existence
Tangled in our mingled stardust for evermore.

  • Donna T., Stephanie M., and Valentyna H.

© Dancing Orchid Soul

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©Arias_Musings — Donna T.
2016

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Find Me

Quivering hands.
Trembling spine.
Moth choked throat.
Cold fingertips.
Sealed lips.
Sanctioned desires.
Decayed echoes.
Forbidden tears.
Thrumming chest.
Shrinking silence.
Empty heartbeat.
Shattered soul.
Mysterious miracle.
Lost soul praying You — find me.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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The Significance of a Pleurant

 

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Photo: Père Lachaise Cemetery, Paris.

The Significance of a Pleurant

Pleurant: coming from pleurez meaning ‘to weep’ in French.

A pleurant symbolises solitude, spirituality, introspection, and sorrow.

For centuries pleurant figures have been carved into tombs and, in art in general, exist to show mourning so intense that it is also isolation – shutting away the world out of pain.

Historically, a person who suffered great loss, or felt the need for spiritual penance would go to the monks and make a request to become a pleurant. If granted, they would spend a year or more under the heavy cloths, completely cut off from the world.

No one talked to a pleurant or interacted with them (they basically treated them as if they were not in part of physical world, rather that they were in the spiritual world). Basic food would be left where the pleurant was able to access it as needed.

The pleurant would use their solitude to wander the grounds working through their pain, trying to find God and overcome the great emotional burden they were bearing.

And when the pleurant felt that their need was finished, the pleurant would simply remove the cloths and return to the regular world.

 

Père Lachaise Cemetery

Père Lachaise Cemetery, Paris.

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Seashell Breeze

Mermaid on a swing
shining sun at her back,
supple tail inviting travelers on the street
to join the sea creatures behind the door
as the seashell breeze blows.

Dolphin gently beckoning,
as the fishes delightfully swim.
Perhaps You and I should join them,
hand in hand a secret rendezvous
slipping away into the door under the sea.

  • Valentyna Holloway

My favourite door old town Funchal

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Impatience of the Heart

Impatience of the Heart

Standing.
Here, in the crowd, in the middle of everyone.
Watching, some walking with others, maybe a
lover, maybe a friend, some holding hands, people
freely expressing the kindest love, some holding
coffee, rushing, or slowly sauntering, some with their
hands in their pockets, unconcerned about the day,
about the busy, about the crowd. I clench my hands
tightly, digging my nails into my palm as if that in
itself will release the darkness built up inside me,
release to the light. I dig my nails in until it is hurting,
leaving an impression in my palm, distracting me
from the commotion. I look around my eyes feeling numb.
Watching the particles suspend in the air, the shades
of colour from the shades of grey. The outline of the trees,
their branches bare, showing off to the sky, to the grass,
to the creatures. I walk towards the bridge lost in
thoughts and I wait. Counting the number of thoughts
that run through my mind. I close my eyes, surrendered
to wishes, consumed by the darkness that numbs
my sense. And then, just before the darkness overtakes me
entirely, I feel You. Walking behind me, and the clouds part
in Your wake. And somehow, in one touch, the darkness
lifts and You shine Your brightness into the darkest
corners of my soul. Making me wonder if perhaps
my darkness was only impatience of the heart.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

swans in roath park in january

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Constellation

Constellation

The day slips into indigo night
and slowly the stars begin to dot
the blackness with sparkling bright.

I move the stars in the sky with
my fingertips until I write Your name
into a constellation shimmering with light.

As the Angels smile in appreciation
knowing You, their Heavenly gift
is showered in stardust love.

  • Valentyna Holloway

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Photo: Fan Ho ~ Rain of Stars

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Arcane Love

Arcane Love

Prayers.
They said we couldn’t find each other again.
That this was it.
Love wouldn’t survive throughout history.
Love would fade to black and be lost in the ashes
like fallen cities and crumbling ruins.
They told us love was like that, crumbling, fading,
something that was frivolous and didn’t last.
We proved them wrong.
Here. Now. Then.
You and I.
The cosmic threads connecting us, the stardust embedded
in our veins by some gracious star that gave it’s existence for ours.
Time and time again we are drawn together.
It can’t be coincidence, too many things that can’t be explained.
My soul knew Yours. Your soul knew mine.
Somehow stumbling through the universe on a rock with billions
of other souls the stardust in You found the stardust in me.
Divine guidance slipping through the cosmos as the Angels smiled.
Again and again, lifetime after lifetime. It is You and I.
And I love You so much I wouldn’t have it any other way.

They said we couldn’t find each other again.
You and I ~ We proved them wrong.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

unknown creator and location, c. 1500 via The New York Public Library

“Page of text with initials, gold border with flowers and insects.”, unknown creator and location, c. 1500 via The New York Public Library, No Known Copyright Restrictions (US)

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