Dan Enache Poet Free verse

Because I would like, extremely mystically curious, to know my hidden destiny

Because I would like, extremely mystically curious, to know my hidden destiny,
an unthought bewitched thought, from a me still alive in mysteries,
a self of the one carried by sacred waves toward the sea of eternity,
like a perpetual ritualistic sunset, burning like a candle of sanctified wax!
And another magical sunrise, to catch it in a circle dance of spirits dancing,
together all the ancient sorcerers, all the initiated adults, the dead legendary heroes,
even the eternal unseen children, the unborn-yet-born from us as prophets,
dedicated to you, enchanted beloved, you who from the stone of amethyst fate!
Like a ritual at death through magic, you sculpt them with the silver chisel,
until you will have engraved the infinite contour of destinies in runes,
because there is no room for mortal present, but only legendary past,
the invoked absent? yes! a future present to be relived through spells!
Of crude mystical existence, which exceeds any profane imagination,
especially that of having definitively plunged into ecstasy - visionary,
into your own transformed, alchemical consciousness of radiant crystal,
birthing me as a sacred repeating infant, from absolute cosmic non-being!
Stained with the pained red of hot passion of astral colors
of smoky violet mornings of the quintessence of ritualistic dawns,
and through the same magical esoteric thrill, still as a greedy self of knowledge,
the ecstatic dizzying thought and elevated sense, I shall wander your temples!
Worthy of my divine madness of illumination and hermetic mysteries,
widow of a single mortal body that thinks through invisible channels,
you, ethereal phantom who dwells in temples of black marble,
you call me silently with invocations of whispers in the celestial pit full of stars!
And I collapse through cosmic portals into the cosmic abyss of dream,
I am present invoked in all the moments that have been prophesied by sibyls,
while you sculpt with starlight my astral face,
I become secretly initiated, I am born through ritual in the eternal moment that transcends!
In the magic circle drawn with dragon's blood and meteorite powder,
I discover my essence hidden in codes and symbols engraved in stones,
you open the hermetic gates for me with the golden keys of knowledge,
and my soul travels through dimensions where time is woven from spells!

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