Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.Souls of those in love will not die when they free themselves from the bodies they were born with…

 

Through the darkness of fog and lightning brought by evil looks…

This is a flight into the night’s depth — towards the coming daylight and blissful love…

Wind and snow only kindle the flame of desires…

Clouds part and with a deep breath earth lets you go. So you vanish in the bliss of height and soaring of a new thought…

It feels even better above the clouds and the eternal rays of the mighty sun boiling with its plasma keep you warm…

Now you should hold on and slowly soar to prevent the earth from attracting fleeting thoughts to the dusty trampled road… 

Sun rays will cover you with gold of gods…

Everything looks light and fresh from such a summit of spirit…

It seems like everything around you should be beautiful, fair and natural…

And now you shine together like a rainbow…

There is nothing higher than the sky and your flying love…

Your strong hands and the thrilling look of her face can even make death happy…

The ineradicable servility of grey days does not armor our dreams with lead any longer…

Continue to love…

Your blissful amorous hands will turn into wings and one day they will touch these ever floating clouds…

Dance the dance of love…

And the Greek gods will admire you…

Cherish love and do not fear strange meaningless eyes…

The flame of love is lit and you are glowing with the charm of the Divine Providence…

Admire the sun of your love and float…

Everything unique and new will exist as long as your hearts possess passion and love…

Your shadows have probably remained down there pressing themselves to wet worldly rocks…

It is blissful to be beside the beloved eyes from which you cannot tear yourself any more…

It feels so good around…

You can only hear the voices of your naked bodies…

Transparent clouds cannot hide these surprisingly ardent bodies that you adore…

Calm and sensual contemplation…

Worshiping the touches of open love…

But the body is short-lived once it has been exposed to the young adoration of love…

When it dies the soul will rise forever so you can smoothly flow into this amazing eternity…

         Again in love and again together, forever….

 

 

 

Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.Across the stones of life towards the bliss of love

When the slow summer rain begins to drizzle the smells that you normally cannot feel start to appear…

The drowsy feelings arouse and return to life when such rain is making noise…

Tree leaves begin to whisper our bodies about the blissful feelings of love and the desires to smile at this life…

Joyful admiration and delight that appear when you see her naked body will arouse a volcano of sensual enjoyment inside you…

The young body starts to drift and bathe in this rainbow of pleasure…

Soul and mind – how different they are… 

Joy and rain free our love from street rocks and the loneliness of towns with their long boring streets and dirty puddles…

The rain will suggest you where the houses of those in love are soaring below the rainbow…

Commonly they do not exist…

They exist for those who suffer and feel the pain of the Creator who is experiencing our feelings in the nervous haze of commonness…

The shame invented by well-educated liars will disappear after such rain…

You can enjoy her body and feel it…

She is a beatifical languishing woman…

You are a man – a volcano…

Your touches will make leaves more emerald green and the singing of birds will become heavenly…

This fire of love that has grown into a sweet passion will ennoble your youthful hearts…

Get rid of the appearance that other human robots invented…

Show them that they are dead but alive. They are phantoms wandering beside you…

Show them the bliss of dying by shrouding your bodies in love…

The unborn children will forgive you. They will happily dance upon clouds and clap their hands…

The Creator is always kind with those who die in the same bed with their lovers…

You rainbow will rise on the evening sky to amaze the crowd…

She stupidly keeps walking through her life above tears of the flowers dropped from the hands of sad ill children…

Fill yourself up with what they call “caprice” and “detachment”…

When you finally lean towards earth and stain it with your blood you will hear the whisper of grass delighted with joyful pain of two young and already hardly breathing bodies that lie beside each other… The harmony of blissful dying that came to you…

You will hear rustle and murmur coming from the blessing wind…

The morning dew will cleanse your cooled bodies and the earth will take in a hope to save the ones who remain from drought…

The mist will hide you from evil eyes of the envious crowd roaring with surprise…                      

With a blissful smile the souls will rise up blessing the ones who were chosen to remain again with the everlasting feeling of love…

For ever and without parting ways, after passing through the hell of the cross in the anticipant life…

And soon, after the crowd fades away from boredom the two will meet again…

And the temple of desert love coming from the airy calling waves will resurrect again and hide them from the lifeless city pavement….

An angel will sit beside them….

 

Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.Happy changes that come true

These strange things in life shroud us in their severe and fatalistic mist of existence…

Today you are here and tomorrow you are far from your thoughts, habits and home…

It is impossible to measure the influx of dark forces that await you everywhere…

Suffering from the inside fire joins you with the approaching shadow of death…

It will appear suddenly and shroud you in a snowy lifeless cloud…

Later this once blossoming world around you will freeze, darken and die away…

While already feeling the stare and the touch of the velvety veil of death your spirit will light up and you will drift towards there – below the light of what you have lived through and experienced, below the rose-bush of once airy love and loving looks…

It feels so good when your body is motionless – it cannot feel any pain and melts away but the soul — like a star from the universe — is given rise by the heart worn out from the thorns of roads…

         The shining Universe will carefully touch your appeared soul and — giving you a final kiss — it will glow like a rainbow bidding farewell to the past and welcoming the future…

Misfortune and the dull wicked light coming from the people who tortured you will soon vanish for ever…

You will rise together with your rightfulness and sufferings which became your superiority of dying…

You will only be able to invite your intimates to go with you…

For thousands of years words have deceived us and without our viewless but guiding feelings we would not have been given the chance to rise now and to disappear among the joyful silver clouds that adopted us…

The anthem of death and moaning will be written in the books of stern lone monks who believe that life represents a staircase to hell…

The anthem of life will be written when the recipes of quiet death are found…

The boredom of centuries will be blended with warfare and putting to death…

The ignorance of centuries will mix with enlightenment…

People’s gold will drive its likes mad…

And only love always saves the souls of the lost human herd…

If love dies the rest will die from the anger towards one another…

But while you are suffering and dying you can touch love along with those who love…

Every moan made by gentle unprotected love will bring us closer to it…

If you suffered and died you will be there…

On the staircase to heaven….

 

 

 

 

 

Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.A sacred September evening

He was sad so he could not feel any cold or filth around himself…

There was plenty of it in his life…

He was just staring at this eternal dome of autumn sky…

And in the street that same temporal life was going on – the life where someone will also die the next day…

People were walking around and smiling…

It seemed like they were happy and proud of been alive and living…

They simply did not want to think about what tomorrow would bring them…

They felt good in the cigarette smoke and the alcohol fostered and exhilarated this feeling…

Vivid cars that were riding through gave a happy feeling just like the high sky-scrapers poured over with sunset…

Nobody wished to see anymore the final sad look at the sky given by someone who was dying near, next to a bench in a summer city park…

He was once also walking around these streets and smiling at those ever-present endless passer-byes…

When he was alive he used to be kind and had a wish to live and work…

He never harmed anyone…

He was in love and beloved… 

But the flowing time changed his once impressive posture and gait…

The endless overcoming of these boring dull days has made him tired…

And so he took his final walk around this familiar park that once used to be full of hopes …

Wearily and blissfully he sat down on a familiar bench and let down his heavy hands in silence….

There was no pain anymore…

The shadow of death sat beside, shrouded him cautiously in her silent soft veil and shut his eyes that became so weak from struggling…

His soul moved off and rushed upward widely spreading its wings …

To where the wings of dream used to take him before…

The invisible sorrow swept across the park and heavy leaves scaring away the birds which were sitting there…

Human life is like a fallen leave…

It was admired before and the rain would give life to it…

This leaf was strong and green. It was able to cover birds sitting near and singing it the song of life and joy…

         But the autumn air was filling itself with cool wind and its growing gust was ready to interrupt his life once and for all…

The still warm sun will warm up his ultimate dream about the beautiful meadow of flowers from the previous summer…

The leaf will tear away from a branch with another gust of the hurricane wind, rise high and smoothly come down onto the cool ground showing its autumn beauty…

The snow which fell out in the morning will cover it with a snow-white veil…

The extremely beautiful weather will decorate this spot in its own way…

An invisible lantern of the Creator will light up this road…

It became home for those who lost it here for ever…

Home is the last thing that pities us….

 

 

Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.Dying…

Slow steps were bringing a man to the top of this endless staircase…

The flaps of a grey dirty cloak slid along black stones scaring away alarmed mice…

He had something to say and something to think about during this coming wonderful night…

The deaf moaning of the booming wind was reachable from behind high stones covered in green mould after each step he took…

A thousand-year sigh and regret were hidden inside these stones which turned black from sweat and blood…

There was always enough time for them to die…

Those who are alive like to stand beside a coffin and throw a handful of brown soil – tired of ashes and blood — into a grave…

A wish to die was growing to please inventive human eyes…

And even now one could smell fires burning somewhere near…

As though the hands of those who were burning in these fires were pulling him down…

With every step he made it seemed that the tower was rocking more and more, and the feet were stepping harder and harder…

It seemed like the angels in the sky have stopped looking at the agony of human existence a long time ago…

Dressed in sacred clothes the walking evil was spreading the word of God while stepping on a baby’s throat…

Fields of wheat were taking ashes of those who died and giving birth to a heavy ear of golden seeds in return to make up for the future deaths…

Human gods wished to be worshipped for people would not die once they were born…

The blood-stained veil of the fog kept shutting his eyes when making a further step to the top of this endless strange staircase…

The stair-well was making him feel dizzy and his grey hair was waving from under his dirty green hood…

His pace was becoming heavier and his cross was cutting into his neck worn out from age-old patience…

Nightmares were beginning to pursue him with infernal flame where his soul seemed to smoulder…

Breathing heavily the stranger touched a rough stone on this never-ending wall and when he shut his eyes the stranger saw her green eyes and that fluffy Irish hair…

He loved her. He enjoyed her body and her white face without end when talking to her for a long time after she was gone…

Her understanding calling gaze looking from the past warmed him up again. And having his wet eyes open he thanked the Creator for calling such fortune on him once again…

Faith which he gained at the start of his journey did not let him die among his likes…

Her love has relieved his sufferings after this faith died…

His lackluster eyes plunged into the shadow of the arrived millennium….

 

 

Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.The birth of a universal soul

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….

 

 

 

Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.Into the open love

The blissful fire of love…

Her smell is the one of a young body’s skin…

He will warm up and fill her with passionate desires…

Streets will smile at you with bright colors of a sunny town…

Tombs of those in love will shine with pacific whim as if after the first blessed rain of the Creator…

The eyes will shine with a rainbow of life and light of good…

Inspiring hopes are awaiting you…

You are gentle and calm. All you think about is how to achieve love which turns you into a blooming yellow cereal ear…

Your eyes will spot sweet children who are playing and smiling at you…

The passersby’s clothes will become brighter…

Tree leaves will sing their everlasting fresh summer song about love…

A whirl of new feelings will change your life and you will forget the dull past…

Your hands will fill with energy and nothing will be able to embarrass you…

You will fly like a bird into your opening rosy dawn of love whose pleasure is beyond any comparison…

Your clothes will turn into the skin that her beautiful green eyes can observe, her breast will anxiously breathe and her body will languishingly desire touching…

The moaning of your body will blissfully reach the harmony of sphinxes…

You will assume the spirit of high revival where a man was the god as well as the joyful moment…

You will melt in each other’s bodies greedily and tenderly. You will disappear inside the spring air’s whisper…

You will feel no anxiety during minutes and hours of sweet body togetherness and mind silence…

Flowers weaved out of the scent of love will merge in an unforgettable dance…

Time will subside. The body and the sensual hands will fill with happiness…

In the forefront of joyful days towards the wings of love through the embrace of the pitiful hiding death…

The ones in love may die young – they have a right to do so…

The ashes of grief will not call on you again…

Smiles will freeze on your pure cooling faces…

Wrinkles of time will avoid you…

Breaking waves will sing in your honor…

Worldly birds will give you a farewell flap…

Blessed love will fall asleep together with you…

Taking you in its arms….