Mystery

Melodies scattered like leaves, they are always beautiful…

Wind takes these melodies round only among those in love…

The unriddled whisper and breath of the trees which are immortal…

Only the graves of those in love can be above earthly affection…

As well as these leaves on them….

 

The Creator’s shadow by a foot

Sometimes, it seems that the Creator could have made a reality of human genius only to this music…

A strong voice with a languishing inflection and sometimes deep howling, alarmed and powerful…

This is probably how a Man was born, twisted by reality who immediately tested his produced and still bare nerve…

Among blue-gray clouds of mysterious haze coming from hard rocks which have yet not cooled down his scared eyes looked intimidated and wild, and everything inside him was boiling from cold and fear…

Cold boiling waves ready to swallow him up were making noise in his head, indifferently and masterfully…

The sky was threateningly throwing red-hot lightning…

Clouds were covering rose-colored sky, not cooled off from blazing stars…

His hands were shivering from cold and animal fear, his pale pitiful face was covered by the huge Moon…

Only the staunch emerald fern was making noise under the wind, covering this fright and itself…

Monstrous snakes and enormous creatures were hissing menacingly…

A still slack hand was brokenly gripping a cold stone…

Looking back and fearing his own shadow he was toiling himself along into unfamiliar hazy expanses which would never end through thousands years of darkness and pain, anger and hatred towards his likes, of love and death…

He was walking there where the Creator’s hand pointed him, perhaps into the dusty nowhere, into infinite deserts and fear…

He was already also responsible for the future and for a newborn crying in this guileful strange World of his likes….

His mind will carry him yet further to that expanse which he has never previously reached and would never reach…

Precursor of sufferings and punishments, good and evil, temporal and eternal…

Blood shed with and without guilt, for just and unjust deaths, for everything that his heart can bear…

Later, when He leaves again…

When the night and heavy darkness come down…

Ice-cold waters will cover the ash-grey lifeless earth and the shadow of this superhuman tearing music will rush further away into the universe’s depth in order to awake the cosmic plasma of fire which will start everything from the beginning…

Only this ubiquitous shadow will be the last one to leave this once raging paradise of human consciousness and the aroma of blossoming roses…

Farewell Man

Farewell lifeless earth which has not sprouted anything age-old or good…

Farewell cooled down clods of nerves on tired human hands…

Farewell died out unfortunate human mind….

 

 

 

Silence

These screams will not cut the silence of frosty mountains…

These eyes will not see the sunny horizon with soaring clouds…

Hi will not feel the freshness of frosty air …

She will not hear the fondling wind….

His walk will not knock down the morning blue dew…

Her footsteps will not make forest dust to rise…

She will not sense the touch of his hands….

He will not feel the sweetness of her lips…

She will not feel the strength of his body…

He will not sense her trembling breath…

Their hands will never touch each other…

Their looks will never meet…

Their tears of love will never be shed…

They will not feel the wet smell of summer grass…

There is no place prepared for them where there will be no parting…

They will not ask the Creator to for ever cover them with dazzling snow of the mountains…

Since they are the children of those in love, those who are not destined to be bor….

I am a woman

 I slide behind my voice along a sensual velvet veil…

I feel the breath of desires and the destination of stars…

I hear the music of enjoying our existence…

I hear the voices that misery sends to us…

I hear the voice of reason and deep breaths of our bodies…

I will let you feel the real love of my wet lips…

I will combine mind and love into a unified flavored essence…

I will nurture gladness and justice inside you…

I will sing you the whisper of eyes and the magic of smiles…

I will bring good fire for your being…

I want to turn vanity into a lucky delusion…

I will teach you how to love yourself and your little babies…

I will make your daily work enjoyable…

I will teach you how to listen to yourself and to the sprouts of each blade of grass…

I will teach you how to listen to the reflective world that surrounds you…

I will reveal to you that love is not just a sweet body…

I know that we are the life itself and it is beautiful…

I hear the splendor of pleasure from everything – sorrow, grief, pursuit, suffering…

I will teach how to be kind to everyone beside you…

I will save you from the evil passion of envy and neglecting…

I am a flower growing on the ground…

I give its flowers and scent to all of You…

I will teach you love…

I am a woman….

 

 

 

The Root of Life

       Pure spring rain will pour in the morning when you wake up and look out the window of a new day of life…
      The smell of the burgeoning buds enflame your young consciousness, where kindness and joy are flourishing…
       Are you ready to flit through the window and fly over this marvelous garden, although this is only a few tall trees under your window, outstretching blissful odorous branches…
      How beautiful young passion of life is, after the rain, and how blissful soil around your house is that emerald leaves open through buds….
        Your kind hands will nurture and grow wonderful rainbow flowers, bathed in dew throughout summer…
       The echo of their beauty will grow forever in your young memory and clear mind forever, which will also flourish, and bring joy to hundreds of pure colored young eyes…
        The beginning of your long flowering, life will never be interrupted, even if your brain will stop working, and the heart — beating…
        It is you, who breathed the divine smell of the swollen buds so young and so in time that weather changes in your life just brighten its meaning, without which you would have turned into a shapeless crushed grass at the roadside….

 

Depths of mind

   

Remember you’re not alone in this floating space of time…

Remember that roaming stars from there are all inside you…

Remember you’re mortal but your eyes reflect those stars…

Remember that you will also turn into one of them…

And then you’ll remind others of yourself…

Those who will come for you…

Under caring look of the Creator…

His eyes are shining with the boundless ocean light of galaxies…

He’ll just smile and accept you…

When your time is out and you lose heart…

Remember you’re a part of happiness, floating in the oceans of eternal stars….

 

Obsession

She is ready to die watching you from Mesozoic caves…

She is ready to walk through the beyond the grave underground in Babylon…

She is ready to become the roman hetaera in the heathenish temple…

She is ready to become a commoner’s housemaid…

She is ready to serve the Pope as a novice…

She is ready to float alone the crimson waters of Nile…

She is ready to be the victim of the government machinations…

She is ready to prey for inquisitors’ blood…

She is ready to try the pharaoh’s wine…

She is ready to live by the law of Hammurapi…

She is ready to serve Louises…             

She is ready to believe the Utopia of the written happiness…

She is ready to listen to the lunatics from the chambers…

She is ready to sacrifice herself like Joan of Arc…

With the cure for the bile of all life – love…

She will brighten your short appearance here…

On the Earth….