The Language of Love
Such is the universal language -
if music is Love,
and if thy deity is indeed Love,
then surely the language of that 1,
that resides inside,
that inner I am,
is not The Word, as such,
but that, which is The Song
of angels heard somewhere close
far inside and sung
Such is the universal language,
if music is Love,
and if there is another risen world
dwelling inside the vibrationary fallen heart of all,
to be saved, the universal body of life,
the generations gifted, that water and blood
from the Other 1, well ensconsed, yet,
hidden in plain sight, then what is heard - is not The Word -
but something Other, divine, its notes are not read, yet,
they are sent and heard, the tone felt,
from a vibrationary level far above,
then,
what comes from the inner voice
in time of fast closing closure
when mouths like doors are gasping wide open
to let out their flocks of banished Night Creatures
for better sounds like symphonies
of bioluminescent beings walking the theta waves
to alight on new shores lapping their heavenly beaches
of certainty, then what is heard
is not The Word, as such,
but that, which is The Song
of angels heard, singing the hidden Him
somewhere close inside, that vibration long forgotten,
now entirely felt and seen as understood
such is the universal language of Love
Candide Diderot. ‘24
INRI
Easter
ubi caritas/latin translation.
inri/latin translation. (not the christogram).
Copyright © Candide Diderot | Year Posted 2024
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