XIII, Iris Atma’ poem

Poetic introspection concerning the meaning of death as a spiritual frontier, moment of transition, and transformation. «As long as I have the brocade of conscience, death is nothing more than an airport, a railway station before it closes, transit and no place.»

XIII, Iris Atma’ poem
The border between life and death, 
between conscience and stupidity, 
exists, only in our brain 
and mainly in the territory of the soul.

I need the confines to choose to be Eva,
the serpent, God or the simulacrum,
and enjoy it.

To seek for God and to find me observing myself.

I walk the boutique with the latest trends in
death and mortality.
As long as I have the brocade of conscience,
death is but an airport,
railway station before closing,
transit and not place.

I've become an old spirit frequent flyer
eternity has a smell of dried blood,
bitter and vitalizing,
nothing revives you as much as death.

The nights that I am death I empower myself,
I claim the pulse of humanity,
the breed of the cobra,
and the immortal scythe that dwells in my name.

Iris Atma' poem
XIII. Iris Atma’ poem

Thirteen is the title of this poem in which Vamp Iris Atma begins by acknowledging that although sometimes we give credit for our intelligence to the mind, or to the organ associated with it, the brain, when it is actually in the territory of the soul where we keep the transcendent lessons. We associate number Thirteen with profound transformation, with the change called death. In this text the writer takes up devotional teachings, which she has compiled thanks to her masters. With humility, she approaches to the knowledge provided by the universal archetypes. Such as Eve, which usually symbolizes life, and the serpent, who in the Christian tradition represents temptation and sin, but in Eastern culture is associated both with wisdom, as with renewal processes, metamorphosis, since it has the peculiar ability that when it grows, it changes its skin. In ancient Egypt, the cobra was considered a sacred animal. In the Hindu tradition, they relate snakes with ancient deities called nagas, who sometimes resemble dragons. The poet wonders then, if these archetypes simulate God?, and if they find pleasure in it? What would be the blessing that prevents us from falling prey to illusions, to maya? So, she relates that in this search for the divine, she finds a guide in herself, in her memory, her identity, the miracle of human existence…

From her fragile human heart, she observes the meaning of death, which speaks not only of the moment when a person leaves human life, and becomes a spirit, and is probably reborn again in this or another universe. It also represents other stages, such as the fall of civilizations, beliefs, end of cycles, or stages of purgatory and no place, transit and indefiniteness. The author declares that she is, that she exists, beyond her physical body, her emotions, her ideas, and that her spirit has surely lived more than she remembers in this life. She knows that she is an immortal explorer, a transcendent traveler, but that does not prevent her from the sadness of violent moments, bloodshed, wars and other calamities. But in that realization of apparent death, she also finds the seed of a truth: The teaching that although the sun apparently dies every night, and revives every day, it always exists beyond those appearances, it is the sun not only of the life, but of the higher teachings, of the fervent devotion that shines on the mountains of our limitations. Then there would be no reason to fear transformations, we should empower ourselves with the faith that teaching is like a ship to cross the oceans of existence. Recognize that humanity and their hearts possess the flame of liberation, that although our name has a limit in time and space, our spiritual essence has the wisdom of the oldest beings, the ability not only to change skin , but to be reborn and move towards enlightenment.

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