Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Dance of Spring Blooms -mina



Feb.18 2010



The Dance of Spring Blooms:


Hello!


From time to time, I have created Sophia songs and I also will create to the response songs for Yeats's mystic and prophetic songs.
It is my dreaming to create the song of the Divine Feminine.
I really understand now what the situation of the Yeats's dilemma in his dreaming as one of the Arthurian Knights.
I hope that the members of his magic societies can understand his magic skills and thoughts but some of them are stubborn and I confirmed they love and follow the magic of A. Crowley.
I hope many sages in the Rosicrucians and Arthurian traditon keepers can be understanding who Yeats was.
They are so arrogant to accept Yeats's magic power in his songs as Mathers did, but I think my dreaming could not failed because there are Christian Gnostics who are humble enough to accept W.B. Yeats's Arthurian traditon.

I hope I can open the secret songs and get over the sages as Yeats prophesied to bring the real Spring.
I have kept Yeats's dreaming, "old sages were not deceived."
Therefore they will be hunters with the Arthurian tradition in the right time.

It is Yeats's dreaming I think.
I am a lonely thing in the western place and culture, but I should be happy in this situation because it is God's will.

I do not know how many responding poems will come in the future and will make a lovely poetry book but I will do the hard work one by one.
I am an idle one in the secular mind because it is difficult to make money.
However, the dreaming will be come true suddenly so we have no time for the New Age.
I should pray for that I should be idle for secular aspect and rather work harder for the Sacred mission with Yeats's dreaming.




The Dance of Spring Blooms
-The response of “Quarrel in Old Age”

By Mina


Should I quarrel with until the old age?
Although I was not in the fifties,
I was just arguing with strangers
With the same story
Over the last ten years,
Why should I quarrel in the older age?
As you prophesied,
I would run all over the world,
In this bitter town,
Like a fantasy or like incident
As I have opened your mystic stories
For the people of the distance,
I just quarrelled with them
And I could not help getting resentful,
While my wandering in the room.
And without any response,
Are you sleeping deeply in a dream?

All lives that live Certainly,
Everything was come and gone involuntary.
Although as your prophecy declared,
Why my heart is so empty endlessly?
I should be just waiting for the unknown souls.
Because in these foolish distorted and hidden days,
The sages should be coming certainly.
Now it is time for us to run to the Spring,
And to the New Age,
So Throw away the indignant mind,
And throw away the foolish things.
In front of their staring eyes,
I am in a trilling dance of the spring blooms
In the last solitary moment.

(By Mina Cho)


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QUARREL IN OLD AGE

By W.B. Yeats

WHERE had her sweetness gone?
What fanatics invent
In this blind bitter town,
Fantasy or incident
Not worth thinking of,
put her in a rage.
I had forgiven enough
That had forgiven old age.

All lives that has lived;
So much is certain;
Old sages were not deceived:
Somewhere beyond the curtain
Of distorting days
Lives that lonely thing
That shone before these eyes
Targeted, trod like Spring.