{"id":1724,"date":"2023-09-11T04:41:55","date_gmt":"2023-09-11T04:41:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/?p=1724"},"modified":"2023-09-11T04:41:56","modified_gmt":"2023-09-11T04:41:56","slug":"if-in-the-hallow-of-the-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/?p=1724","title":{"rendered":"IF IN THE HALLOW OF THE HANDS"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

If in the hallow of my hands I could hold the entire sea<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with all my potential of love, I know I could inundate it<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I could on the tip of my finger, rotated the entire Earth<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could sweep away pains and wars by blowing a wind of love to assert<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If in the space of my harms, I could hold the entire Universe<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with a love big bright and immense I know I would have it immerse<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why then I fill this emptiness inside my heart<\/strong>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I see in it distress, disappointment and pain that tear me apart<\/strong>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why do I have this sense of sadness and fear<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that make me feel weak, insecure and queer<\/strong>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why do I feel clutched by this distressing terror<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that weight on my soul and paralysed my heart in horror<\/strong>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet if I see a flower, I look at it in aura like under a spell<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I\u2019ll get excited if in the sand, I find a shell<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If a child cry, I\u2019ll reassure him with all the love he need<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m distraught If I see an animal been killed, or they chop down a tree<\/strong>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is nothing more oppressing then terror<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to make you experience fear, anguish and horror<\/strong>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or to stop in your heart, every pulsating part<\/strong>…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but only if you love, you know, you have a beating heart<\/strong>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And because I can think, I know I have a brain<\/strong>…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

so I can evaluated and break of fear the chain<\/strong>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So as not to fill heaviness on my soul<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I need to concentrated for an instant to the whole<\/strong>…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

by inspiring myself with nature or with the sun<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

so sadness or fear can be undone<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or by looking at the constant chanting of the sea<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to realise how much my soul, of beauty is fulfil<\/strong>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If all our souls would join as one whole<\/strong>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

we would know, the bounding of the Divine Love<\/strong>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then together we would eliminated hate and fear<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

and our souls would be shinning bright and clear<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If we all could hold in the hallow of our hands, the entire sea<\/strong>…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

we could inundate it, with all the power of love we need<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If all of us, could rotated the entire Earth on the tip of our fingers<\/strong>…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

we could wipe out pains and wars wouldn\u2019t linger<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If in the space of our harms, we could hold the entire Universe<\/strong>…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

we would know, in a love pure and powerful to be immerse<\/strong>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

. .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poetry in Italian n. 304<\/p>\n\n\n\n

. .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poetry written on the 30th<\/sup> of June 2007 at 64 years and translated in English on the 11th<\/sup> of December 2019 at 77 years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

. .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poetry in English n. 32<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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