Quiet Pink Wind

      The Universe has blown the grain of life into you and you saw the starry pulsating world…

       You saw it over yourself from the breathing and burning earth over which the noise of the sea waves times with its breath…

       The silent moon wind fanned you with the fantasies and dreams which you will make come true on the earth, stubbornly and hard…

       Sun flashes will make you burn and suffer incessantly…

       Sun beams will revive the fragrant flowers and bright-green grass, growing by the house…

        Your children will frisk and laugh and your beloved woman will stand on that grass…

       Your mind will resign to the unseen cosmic starry dust falling from the sky, and you will choose only one from the two earthly roads…

       The first is blown by the dome of the Universe and the dream flight…

       The second – by the hardship of the earthly being with the dust of city roads and the vanity of everyday life and survival among others who are like you…

       Your soul will vanish into the Universe…

       Your body – in the earthly vanity…

       Your soul will take you high into the air…

       Your body will be reduced to dust in the bitter of the earth…

        Your love for the Universe and for the one you love will turn you into a god…

        Your love for the luxurious diamonds will turn you into a slave…

         But you, the two different halves of the existence will always be equal on the asphaltic road of the being…

        The miracles of life will make you rejoice and laugh, admire and be upset…

        The spirit of the Universe will wake the thoughts about the eternal and strange flow of the clock, invented by the human and the laws of this flow…

 But the one who gives his tired kind soul to the Creator will die rapturously and willingly…

         He wants to vanish in the ocean of the via lacteal without a slightest regret…

         The other will die holding diamonds which are so luring, accompanied by the triumphant envious looks of the majority…

         The rain drops sparkling in the rainbow will pour the smell of the awakened trees and the smooth fading birds’ flight for the very last time…

         This will be only one breath of the Universe…

         And everyone will hear it differently, being born and dying…

         Pulsating pink dream…

         What a pity that it is leaving us…

         With the imperceptibly passing away youth….

 

 

Автор: magsaund

Образование высшее, экономист. Живу осмысленно, имею привычку думать самостоятельно, т.к. всегда учусь чему то и имею свое мнение, и понимаю, что каждый несет свою ношу. Если ноша бросается, начинаются плохие привычки.

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