The Appearance of Christ to Magdalene, 1834
Art by Alexander Ivanov
In the still chalice of this sweet morning's blossoming, dear Mary, dewdrops like sky's tears of beauty's joy... Am I not here, again, & are you not here with me? Do not touch me! (& you know how I love your touch...) for now is not the time! Silently & softly I have come unto you; tenderly I have greeted you... you who have waited most faithfully, you who are nearest to me... & I see your love*eyes bedewed like the petals of this lily. Your love has the fragrance of forever, sweet Mary... & I will abide in your love, for a time & a timelessness... & you will abide in mine unendingly... This love that expands you, seeds divinity into each heart who receives our love... "Lord, where have you been?" What is any-every dying but a blink of the Eye of Eternity? A sleep, a dream, an awakening... I have been in the arms of Her tender mercies... I have been to the deepest depths of Her ocean of Love, my head upon Her bosom... Her heartbeat like waves passing thru me; & She has ministered unto me... Death, too, is Her Mystery, Her Face of Darkness, all devouring... testing the depths of human fear & agony... upon time's cross of changes... passage thru the veil of mystery of metamorphosis... this verylife a cocoon of strange new generation... "I was so afraid. My tears could not wash away your agony..." If my executioners had divided my body like my clothes & spread its pieces to the furthest corners of the earth, you would have sought out each piece to bring that body together, again, my little Isis... For there are fibres that bind us across the infinitudes, our essences are interwoven across the eternitudes; in every life we have known each other, o so freshly again, in this flesh, in that flesh... for your soul sings the love of the mystical Rose unto me, Rosa Mystica enfleshed with a tenderness that knows no boundaries. "My heart is a tumult & is like unto bursting for you..." As tears burst from the heart of God, Who weeps, too, remembering *your* tears, dear Mirya Magdalena, your tears wept for *me*... But see how these tears have changed! Now they are tears of joy... in this new morning in your heart... & yet behind your soft bosom... o how I have loved the softness of your bosom! -- the wild waters in your heart are like a storm upon the ocean at full moontide, each heartbeat a new surge of your swift enamoured blood... How I long to embrace you, sweet Mary... But now is not the time for such bliss with you; tho this very moment i am remembering the very First Time you touched me... & the deep-souled beauty radiating so tremulously from the depths of your eyes, then... As I have told you, before you felt so bereft... we have an eternity ahead of us to joy in one another... with so much to share & bare unto each other... But for now, go and tell the others the good news... that I will be coming unto them soon...