Monday, July 25, 2016


 Dear Magus and Gnostics in the world,




Recently I wrote a song for W.B. Yeats's special song "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven."


I think that his dreams and magical power would awaken the Divine Feminine in the world, Daughter Sophia.


I know now he is the chosen man as the Knight and magician.

I should respond to his song and his devotion now, for I was awakened from his songs.

 Enjoy the song to celebrate for the great adept's magical song.

 Rose Mina



 

The Response

-For W.B. Yeats’s poem “He wishes for the Cloths Heaven”

                                                                  Written by Mina





At last I can respond to your song

“He wishes for the Cloths Heaven.”

Your song was made all your dreams 

Which gives me the hidden Wisdom

So I can respond your song now.

And your songs come to me as the carpet of Heaven

Weaved with golden and silver light

And with some dark, blue and red light.





The time for our meeting would not come

At that time, so your heart was so sad and poor.

But you made the song with your dreams for us,

With magician’s mystic dreams and power. 
          And the dreams gave me the key of Wisdom.
Your magic power could weave the carpet

So it flew highly to the sky and came beyond

The mountains and beyond the seas.

Now I could understand your all dreams.

So I could be awakened by your songs

From the long sleeping to rely on

Against the gate of the Heavens.

One by one I can throw away the pieces

Of y the magic dream to respond to 

Your magic power for searching for Excalibur.




        As we can be flying with the carpet of Heavens

        The holy Jerusalem with twelve gates

        Comes down into the world with your songs.

        I could fly highly on the carpet of Heavens

        Like a new bride on the sedan chair

        And I would tread on your dreams of the songs

        To enter into the Holy Jerusalem.





         At last I would pray for you

         To throw away your old care and worrying.

         Because I am growing up from day to day

         To understand your mystical dream songs as you see.

         People in the world are all blind and deaf of your songs,

         Only I can listen and understand the mystical meanings,

         So I could respond to you like this.

         Oh, although your love is so poor and bitter,

         Your magical songs would be hanging

         On the wall of the Holy Jerusalem

         And flapping forever as the universal flag of victory.