Shadows.Тени

Being always together with the shadows of their undercover heroes and their thoughts…

Dark and light for ever take turns…

Giving rise to inexplicable outbreaks of human emotions…

The suffering prophet is always sick with the truth…

He is seen as an ill insane person by the rude mob…

He is scorned and ridiculed…

Until another shadow from the nonexistence of the dead…

Wanders into the home of the living again…

To remind them of everyone’s future fate…

Where the roles of the ill and the mob will exchange…

The suffering prophets are always better than anyone else…

They are neither able to rob a baby…

Nor to ignore its tears…

The cross that they regard as a nice trinket will not save them either…

The show presented by whirling cruel fools waiting to enter hell…

The shadows that visited them have already placed their marks…

But they do not all know that it is so near…

It is inevitable, it is close by…

They are everywhere, always…

Behind your back….

The birth of a universal soul.Рождение вселенской души

Our feeble vulnerable body travels around the world crossing thresholds…

Our silent soul speechlessly gazes upon the world that we live in…

After a while it awakes but the mind is intractably stuck at one same thought…

The light of enlightenment brings imagination that has wandered the world since ages ago…

The phantom of dead love disguised as an angel woman…

The moaning of unfulfilled hopes…

Sounds of sea and rustling of clouds…

The lonely figure of a wandering man travelling around the globe like a shadow…

Star dust covers his head from a mysterious caravan with flashing starlets from the hills of dull earth…

This wanderer picks the souls of lonely strolling lovers…

They are unusually colorful like laces of worldly rainbow…

Sparkles of the universe need rainbow souls…

They will be flaring up without end and burn for a thousand years of angelic heavenly awakening…

The rumbling of these souls will spread around numberless cantons of universes…

The flying flame sparkles of the rational outer space soar like butterflies captivating everlasting comets…

Sometimes they will fly over the dull asleep earth covering it with mist of cosmic dreams…

And the sparkles of future majestic stars will flare up inside the empty mundane souls…

These flares will reflect the colorful evening sky dome which they will soon unveil…  Farewell, fading flowers of the earth and the strange mundane fear that fills one’s soul…

For all those who believe in eternity…

From the space of a cosmic soul….

Brightening of a nerve.Озарение нерва

This melody of joy will speed up my pace…

This grief will squeeze my heart…

This birth will inspire my dreams…

This woe will crush my consciousness…

These eyes will stop me begging for rescue…

This nervous breakdown will cover me with sweat…

This anguish will petrify my look…

This scream will break through my soul…

This statue will make me kneel down…

These tears will force me to refrain from sleep…

This death will make me go gray…

This love will force me to startle…

This dead leaf will press me against the autumn ground…

Or else the world will vanish and I shall die in white empty space…

Alone, with my needless despair…

Because of my useless feelings….

The Root of Life.Корень жизни

        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….

 

The voice of the unclaimed mind.Голос невостребованного разума

It only seems that you are the master of your destiny…

You only hear what is around you but it seems to you that you think…

You only just watch the world but it seems to you that you rule it…

You believe that it is you who reached out his hand for the life-giving water but it is your key cells which call for it…

You are simply a man who got wet while caught in a heavy shower but it seems to you that you can feel your body…

You believe that you are a kind soul who is giving a coin to a beggar standing on the edge of life but you are just an event of human fortune being in one same boat of existence…

You think that you are surrounded with kind smiley faces but in fact it is a day-to-day dream game…

You trust the words said but they are just a weapon that other people use against you…

You think that you are working for a good cause but your work is skillfully used by others…

It seems to you that you will be protected by laws which you follow but these laws are issued by others and they will turn against you when you trust in their support…

You are respected by close people who surround you but once you leave them they forget about you and sigh with relief…

They cook tasty health-giving food for you but it costs you way too much like some good poison does….

Well-wishing people will build a beautiful house for you but it will turn into a heavy lead stone on your hands tired of work…

They think of you when you are ill so you will not cease to carry your burden further, for the illusionary odd concepts of power….

Those around you will think of you with affection when you do not need anything already…

You have your friends with you when you greet them with a smile standing firmly on the bridge of life…

The joy of being is with you when you still believe that life is beautiful….

Spring air will surround you until your feet feel the mud of impassible roads…

White infused snow will surround you until your blood appears on it…

No one will note your conscience since others do not have one…

There will only be room for you inside the earth when you decide to die because those around you will not let you fly up into the happy heaven…

Your brain will remain unclaimed since some thought may emerge inside your eyes…

Your ashes will be left behind since they may remind one of rational life’s fantasies…

Your ego is too kind to survive among others….

Your ego is different from the ego of others and in such a way it can infect them… 

Your name cannot be given to other people or else you will be resurrected…

Your way cannot be followed by others or else many will be left with nothing to do…

Others should not live off your pleasures or else everybody will become a god…

The ones in love will become happy through your troubles and that means that the evil of others will remain unclaimed….

Children will feel joy through your troubles and that means that others will not see their tears…

Your dreams cannot come true on earth or else others will feel the meaning…

Your steps should get lost or else others will follow you….

Snow and Wind.Снег и Ветер

Snow is majestically flying. Then it stops and lies down into the eternity of our path and the growing pulsating consciousness of the young…

Wind of changes will gather the yet alive gust of this joyful strange feeling and carry us away into the eternity of its own living creation…

Snow will patiently absorb the traces of our youthful persistent steps into the yet unknown disappointment…

Into the bright oasis of affection towards a commencing life…

Wind will blow at our back forcing us not to get tired for a long time as well as drying our backs…

Snow will cover the salt piling up on top of our backs…

Wind will freeze our vulnerable ailing feelings as years go by…

Snow will turn them into a thickened marble mirror…

Wind will polish this glassy mirror which is no longer breakable…

All our deeds and hopes will freeze inside it…

         The ones that were realized and the ones that were not…

Snow will hide the faded youth and figure…

Wind will shut the tired eyes…

After a while snow will join us with nature and peace that we ourselves are already waiting for…

Wind will carry our spirit away to the edge of this wonderful endless lake and turn it into a riverside glassy stone – in this ever-contemplating silence…

And only the frosty air – like the northern lights – will color the sparkling shore and the little star which has frozen there for ever…

You and your unique glare….

Reflection.Отражение

The rosy lotus of the universe will blow up the ice-cold body of a snow-clad comet…

Its icy crystals will melt in the earth’s ozone field…

You will be born at the pleasure of this Creator’s ambassador out of this cold crystal…

Bathing in a rosy cloud of the trembling wind of life…

You will look at the blissful blue sky…

Although your feet are on the ground like heavy rocks…

In the middle of the shaky tremor of green grass…

The sun of life will become your god and make you admire it…

Until you melt from its heat and the mist that remains of you whirls away…

Up there where those crystals of the time giant dropped from – disguised as that eternal comet…

Which is flying away like a cool cloud of yours…

Resignedly reflecting in the water mirror of the earth….