1997. Night poems written in one go, in a special communion with male and female Angels. At the end he begged them to give up the unbearable poetic puff.
Faith and gardens
We will find the man of faith
Only in the gardens of prophets.
Thanks to the moon and sea
When a young priest,
Hot from Saint Thomas and his 5 paths,
Asked the young fisherman,
Given to me for the catechism:
Why do you believe in God ?
When I see the moon rising from the sea
– he said only –
I cry.
Well, now, at 60,
I also believe only
Thanks to the moon and the sea.
Christmas vision
This night
A silver deer stopped
Under my window.
An angel came down.
Pulsatile and radiant.
Globe of love and joy.
Apocalypse
Seagulls laugh.
Sings the sea.
I Am.
At the end
Things, so strangers to each other, at the end, will kiss each other.
And the Canticle of Canticles will be the only Bible and the only Koran.
God will be everything.
Religions and the churches finally nothing.
Paradise
Longing, as I was, of dreaming gardens,
This night I have not dreamt.
Canticle of the Canticles
Summer has blown up.
The earth sobs happiness.
Night experience
I am a stream, waterfall, Niagara.
I am spirit.
I am Universe.
Looking at the Crucified
You pick me up in Your hands
And take me to Your lips,
Humble water
Oh God of pain and desert.
Me
Last night I sang.
It was not me.
You, oh God, were me.
Death.
The light is filled with green.
I have arrived.
Without.
What would sex be without lips,
What words without sound,
God without angels?
Everything
What’s spirit?
Water, sound,
rose, oak,
me, you,
everyone, everything,
those verses.
Death
The last wall has fallen down,
The Universe is a rose.
White.
The End
Beyond the snowfields,
Under the blue of thousand moons,
Towards the Great Listening.
Special effects
I like special effects very much.
That’s why I prefer the earth than Paradise
S.Giovanni Rotondo 1959
In the dusk of the little church
vidi gli occhi di Padre Pio in ginocchio:
thanks to those eyes
I became a priest.
Uneasily
in a too much practical church.
Apocalypse
Apocalypse horses
Whinny under the whip of the green angel.
The cup is full
Unaware guests
The children closed forever
In the fairies’ books.
I want
I want to praise You, Lord,
With all my strings
And all my stones.
Hesitations
To leave the body in a love twist
Or stay there
As in a love tent.
Bilocation (Padre Pio)
The spirit
Throws it self from the body
Like from a board of stars.
I have imagined God:
He has the skin of a bride.
I pronounce acts of faith
In the background of the universal pain.
I can no longer control myself.
Bloom and swing angels
On the slight peak of the soul.
Can you live
with such an intensity?
On the edge of the extreme Pain
And the extreme Love?
I cry for joy and pain writing
Stranger angel.
Look at my body: the heaviest wing.
My life essence is: I Believe.
My lips word: I Love.
But they are heart lips.
Summing up the universal poem
in a verse, in a letter,
in a point, in White.
The non-color of silence.
I go up to the Divine Grotto
with San Giovanni of the Cross:
I cannot hear the seagulls anymore.
Everything a sun.
Until when will you bear it
my heart?
Brighten up.
The grasp of an angel
Will take you
To the Kiss without lips forever.
Temptation
The first temptation of Baby Jesus:
To smile only to the ox and donkey.
Sky dogs
Sleepless night
But I must write
Chased by all the sky dogs.
The body deceives itself to be solid,
But it is only a river pebble,
A stone of the spirit.
Apocalypse 21
The woman dressed with sun
Has nothing to do
With the women dressed with nothing.
Faces burning
I cannot see the sea anymore.
I cannot see the pain anymore,
But only faces burning.
As a cloud
I have found deep inside my soul
My child rocking horse;
It whinnied at me joyfully.
I have ridden it,
As a cloud.
Railroads
As a child I liked to go to the station
And watch the railroads
Going to mysterious distances.
At 60
I stop under my the platform roof of my heart
Fascinated and intrigued by the only mystery:
God.
Himalaya
On the Himalaya of the soul
I have met green steinbocks,
Yellow rainbows.
I have heard the particular call of the snow cock.
And, in the flowers of white silence,
Rustle angels and dead.
Advent
Mary, silence of the first Advent.
Mary, Prophet of the second Advent.
Collision
Mary and Satan:
two stars in collision.
Monopoli insinuates itself
In my heart
Sweet water snake.
Jesus tells his disciples:
I will come to take you soon.
For 2000 years we have waited,
Lord.
Forgive us.
We do not have about the time
the rigor of Your humor.
Lourdes
I am washed by joy.
Considerations
The body can become lighter than air.
The body can become transparent.
The spirit can come out from the body
Or act far from one’s body.
You can enter in a heart
and see it from inside.
You can enter in a heart
And diagnose it .
You can come out from your age
and enter in another.
You can enlarge or contract time
As you like.
Conclusion.
Wonderful gifts, but fleas of light
On the blanket of God’s magnificence.
Domenica laetare
Through the crowd.
It is terrible to hear the rock of hearts
Under the wave of the bodies.
Infernalia
The anti-Christ is nice.
Anti-Christs are obvious.
Only Christ is an hysterical.
He said
If you do not become like these children…
But our culture has erased them,
Making them adults.
You must caress dogs.
Only dogs.
Not to be thought as a pedophile.
Civitavecchia ’97
We have pierced him.
Even these tears fall down uselessly.
It is the last night.
The new dawn has already set.
If you love, you are a phenomenon, if you’re lucky.
Otherwise a psychopathic.
8 May 2008. Celebration of the apparitions of the Archangel Michele on the Gargano.
He saw, in his dream, the Archangel flagellated. And wrote: angels have identified themselves in the Passion of the Word. Empathy of the sublime in the ig-noble.
Satan is overwhelmed by the Sublime in itself. It sinks in it. It does not tolerate commixtures catabasis incarnations. It worships the Sublime, not Love.
When we love Jesus, the Gifts of Spirit look for us, when we love Jesus till the cross, the Gifts overwhelm us.
The righteous person lives and dies for the un-righteous ones. The Positive is in function of the Negative healing. This is one of the most dizzying intuitions of Hebraism. Sung by Isaiah, incarnated and made flesh by Jesus.
At the beginning Spirit caused the longing for the most sublime Gifts in the novice, but it was satisfied educating him at the Gift of gifts, the Word made flesh, limited, obfuscated, humiliated, crucified.
It put in him the absolute love for Christ, taking him away from It, in a way.
The shoulders and the back of the Archangel were white like a baby’s body. They were so cute. The novice was surprised: he could see neither glory nor power, but frailty delicacy defenselessness. And a skin blood-striped.
The Word and the angels are similar for sensibility.
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