Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. - Song of Solomon 7:12
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Each grape is changed by its environment into an individual who’s best adapted to it. We more or less have the same fate as the grape. In the end, our essence is pressed out of our mortal bodies into our eternal corked wine bottles, a treat for our stewards, the gods.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Thank you. Very insightful and it was the message here. Many thanks.
Each grape is changed by its environment into an individual who’s best adapted to it. We more or less have the same fate as the grape. In the end, our essence is pressed out of our mortal bodies into our eternal corked wine bottles, a treat for our stewards, the gods.
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Thank you. Very insightful and it was the message here. Many thanks.
This is such a beautiful thoughtful piece of poetry my dear friend... and I could sit here, and read it over and over again. I feel back in Spain and Italy again, when I read your words, and I almost feel the sun on my skin, and sniff or smell the particular odore of the soil again... In this case it's Italy, it could be near Sienna, or around the fine area of Toscana... from of your beautiful posted picture... Indeed we humans are a parable, with some grapes, from the vineyard, and the landlord, who decided here to let them grow like this, is your metaphor for the Lord himself… Grapes and Humans, really parable, why? Because we all suffer during our journey on earth, and the long way to get there, with up’s and downs, and things that stand in between our path... (some rocks here). You conveyed this so brilliant… The grapes will mature as us, until they aren’t sour anymore, by the right position of the sun… They have a life as us of their own, and patience is key... to maturity. You have made a masterpiece here, I so loved it!!! Plus, yes, there is so much “Energy” in it ;)
Thank you for sharing the beauty of your ink… It was really a must for me to read today.
Wonderful work my friend.... enjoyed!! ;)
“Anni, amori e bicchieri di vino, nun se contano mai.” — Anthony Capella
- Elisa xx
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
I'm so glad glad that you mentioned the position of the sun because that too is key to message I've .. read moreI'm so glad glad that you mentioned the position of the sun because that too is key to message I've tried to convey here. I knew you would understand. xx Thank you. Beautiful saying to as well. (:
10 Years Ago
The sun as well the Oxygen of Gaia's lungs, makes it all happen... lol photosynthesis, and growth is.. read moreThe sun as well the Oxygen of Gaia's lungs, makes it all happen... lol photosynthesis, and growth is there... your poem, is beautiful, I'm so glad to read your latest pieces, you're on the roll my dear friend... :D -xx- I'm digesting your latest... ;) Much love buddy always a pleasure to be here ^_^
10 Years Ago
Twas a dream from last night...an amazing dream. The latest.. and I have another I wrote at work tha.. read moreTwas a dream from last night...an amazing dream. The latest.. and I have another I wrote at work that I am editing now. Thanks for being here my best one. ^^
Fantastic, you wrote it out!! I so love it already, I see much in it, it will take me a while... but.. read moreFantastic, you wrote it out!! I so love it already, I see much in it, it will take me a while... but wow. As always my bestie! ^^ I'm glad you dream so much! it's important...
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it's been a while since I actually remembered a dream but this one woke me up and I wrote the detail.. read moreit's been a while since I actually remembered a dream but this one woke me up and I wrote the details down...it floored me lol
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I'm so glad you did... That's where the four or more are connected ;) lol ^^
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..