Anca Mihaela Bruma

Anca

Educator, performance poet, eclectic thinker and mentor with a staunch multi-cultural mindset and entrepreneurial attitude, Anca Mihaela Bruma considers herself a global citizen, having lived in four continents. Her eclecticism can be seen in her intertwined studies, she pursued: a Bachelor of Arts (Romania) and a Master of Business Administration (Australia).

The author labels her own writings as being “mystically sensual”, a tool and path for women to claim their own inner feminine powers. She uses poetry as a form of literary education, self-discovery and social engagement.

Anca has just launched her first book which is entitled “The Light of Our Beingness – I Am That You Are”.

Anca sees her writing as an act of Creation, in which the pain transcends into Beauty, allowing a profound healing process to take place. She, as a poet, alchemically heals herself through this process and subsequently heals all who are touched by her writings. She considers that is the main purpose of ART, to Heal and Elevate the minds and souls of the readers!


Edition XVIII

Agape - by Anca Mihaela Bruma (Photo by Mads Schmidt Rasmussen)Photo credit: Mads Schmidt Rasmussen

Agape

By Anca Mihaela Bruma

I stopped looking for you
in the glorified Scriptures
so I can see
Past, Future, all Present in you!
The invisible one who can see
the Eye of my Eye
and not the Mind of my Mind,
but the Heart of my Heart!…
You are so different from unknown
yet!… so very well known,
“infected” by Infinitude
giving justice to the silence of the Truth!

No meta-logic…… not extra-language….
You rose above the canons of False and True,
passing through the song and rhythm
of your own life, while Infinity
found shelter in the depths of your eyes.

You wear my Being….. as I do yours…..
duo souls….. but we named them as one!
You are the One within the multiples
reflected in a thousand dips of everlastingness…

I closed my eyes….. not to hold, but behold you
and speak to your multitudes in the name of one
about the history of futures residing inside your breaths…

No more citadels of doubts
in these lofty peaks of mysteries
You are either my distance or my proximity,
a sentient Being inside my listener’s Eye
as you died plenty of deaths of your Self.

I finally empty my Self….. so LOVE can enter
and accompany each of your breath,
recurring in both of your Presence and Absence!

I am the singer of your song
and the lyricist of your Life!…

Only YOU remain!…
the rest…..is IT!…..


Edition XIX

Meta - by Anca Mihaela Bruma (photo by Samuel Zeller)Photo credit: Samuel Zeller

Meta

By Anca Mihaela Bruma

Your words fly like liquid butterflies
crashing into new Life stanzas,
flirting with my untamed sentences,
coding the haiku and couplets of my Heart!…

Within these swirling meta-messages
ritualic cyphers play your daily hyphenations,
language symbols get reinvented
by this matrix of symphonic letters,
where today’s perception leaves yesterday’s carcass…

Life!…. it is really a prolonged romanticized chronicle
with contradictory paradoxes and poetic epiphanies…

But… I found you at the end of my Heart’s avenue
where I left my address written on an autumn’s leaf
and ambrosia welcomes you with the promise
of a new realm and immortality offerings
which you can find only inside my majestic verses…

Inside this vertigo written by a windy dream
ART paints its Life through US!…

This is what makes Love being LOVE!
And you being YOU!… Inside ME!…


Edition XX

We Are The Children of Time - by Anca Mihaela Bruma (photo by Hakim El Haj)Photo credit: Hakim El Haj

We Are the Children of Time

By Anca Mihaela Bruna

We are the Children of Time,
our dew drops mirror our World,
crossing the edges of eternal visions
as strings of inception crossing immortal times.

We move along with and through Time,
seeking the effervescence of future tenses
with stardust desires swirling in cymatic impressions
and the interludes opiating all human sensations.

We dance formlessly in holographic sceneries
with rippled reflections and silent similarities
forgetting our punctuations and connotations
only verbing the noun of our own Existence,
endlessly scrolling through the alchemic gravities
as glittering particles of an Ancient sophic apocrypha.

We paint our stories on celestial canvases
with memories of “Being” rather than on “Having”,
all of our emotions can break all the parenthesis
and build empyrean dreams and Life fantasies…

The hourglass reset its seconds for the Children of Time!


Edition XXI

The Infinitude of Love - by Anca Mihaela Bruma (Photo by Jessica Andersdotter)Photo credit: Jessica Andersdotter

The Infinitude of LOVE

By Anca Mihaela Bruma

Embraced equinoxes
on the lips of a Spring,
breaths made visible
with Chi power,
meridian feelings,
no North poles
on the other ends…

Solstice mysteries,
boreal mélange
and infused potpourris,
we twirl with Druid feet
and sing our footprints’ song.

During all our 27 glacial years
in front of each winter I knelt,
all monochrome seasons were bundled
and veiled each midnight sky
with Mercurian hands
and Venusian dreams,
traced your smile
between Neptune and Jupiter
with thousands of hellos
and millions of welcoming good-byes!

During all of our 16 eternities together,
LOVE kept growing exponentially,
with realities colliding in poetic holograms
devising the infinitude of the Infinite.


Edition XXII

I Urge You - by Anca Mihaela Bruma (Photo by Craig Whitehead)Photo credit: Craig Whitehead

I Urge You

By Anca Mihaela Bruma

To meet me on the edge of the World…

There, where horologes grow their wings,
there, where distances ache our shoulders no more,
where the metronome dissipates our breaths no more,
and unbroken smiles do not grow…

The place… where… you cease to chase
the shadows of Worthlessness!

To meet me where Eternity has lost its clock!
Where dreams live, unmutilated by tears,
so we can find each other
beyond banal bleached days
of senseless seasons,
where I may still taste the aroma of your morning eyes,
a Time and Place where I may cease to remember
how my roots were stolen from me,
and I may strive no more within the molasses
of mundane monotonous equations,
and require no more Mathematical solutions
of… this LOVE!

I urge you to meet me
at the place where answers lose their questions,
with no maps or recipes to touch the Heart,
where words cannot shatter my hearing
and Time is not crammed inside a dusty lost note.
Meet me where the verb “to cry” is non-existent,
no walks on nameless maze of streets –
Instead, arched inside a hypnotic butterfly’s leap.

My Love…
I drew my Eternity under your eyelids,
words lost their senses,
past the borders between our thoughts,
just an additional pulsation for you….
to love me, insanely, without restraint.

No more random rusty routines,
only… the Mirage of our cosmic Co-Existence!


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