That good emptiness
That fantastic emptiness in my heart
For years,
Spacious as the most distant dreams
In which You seem abruptly...
For to fulfill myself of Your beauty,
And praise the day and the light of raising,
For not to precipice in room
Of the missing events as numerous factors:
Suffering and joy in solitude of
Life...
That anything - to really feel
The exhale of Eternity,
Inhale of Appreciate...
To Be...
*
Once again, and Once more
Reality tunes up:
Inflow and the outflow of the waters,
The fullness of the Moon and New Moon,
Increasing Sun and Sunset,
Falling of leaves and shooting of buds,
Waters circulations about the Globe,
Life - Adore - Death and
New Life.
Rhythm and rocking,
The Rise and Fall,
Inspiration and Exhalation
Numerous types of Existence.
Whosoever has the access in
The Fullness of the Beauty and Life?
At front of the Getting
Which lasts as an invisible smile:
Mona Lisa or Buddha?
Whosoever participates in
Total suffering of Christ's
Painful Mystery?
That every thing - to really feel
The exhale of Eternity,
Inhale of Appreciate...
To Be...
*
How substantially do You will need
From it
To praise every single day by
Art and Operate?
How a lot do You require
To jump into a day, anew
As into a water
With a hope You can after at last
Discover the Secret Script
Which is not soaked via however, in the bottle...
To study it!
That anything - to really feel
The exhale of Eternity,
Inhale of Really like...
To Be...
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Cloud
Then is coming
Mist of the colors,
Cover the sounds.
Then branches
Are bending for thanks.
My heart shortly breathing
In the attempt to rise
With each other - with waves
Of mystery river,
Over silent stones.
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Wild Geese
Every single evening I appear at dark spots
Wild geese sleep on the water.
All flock drifting in the twilight.
Why birds not flying to the South?
There is The Book of the Understanding.
There is the Book of the Issues
Out of All Recognition.
There is the secret: to know exactly where,
Which Scroll, what and who to belong.
Just myself, till now I cannot Uncover
That mysterious The Library...
Borges says: there is real
Quantity of the birds,
Even You can not see and count,
In the motion or for any other purpose.
It is current over recognition.
All thing: that is not secret Quantity,
Just we do not know.
You might envision:
What will occur once You Obtain
The Scroll of The Universe?
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Behind the Blizzard
Snow, snow, snow!
And wind, and blizzard.
How great to be inside... ?
In little and warm space...
On other side of the window cold.
On the Outer Side of the Life is a Mystery!
Why to believe around Outer Side?
It really is not sufficient To Be... ?
Here and Now?
To Be Pleased?
To Be Here and Now?
... ?
The blizzard
Have to be good
Metaphor of the Life?
I am questioning, if
I can reside - with out Outer Area
In my thoughts?
Behind the Blizzard.
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An Homage
I paid homage to Beauty's altar
Not conscious that is only skating-rink or...
"Down the hill ecstasy."
And nonetheless ignorant: how is feasible,
Than fantastic God leaving us at prey of Beauty,
Which paralyze these, who sacrifice own fate.
And I fell astonishment and grief
That life is a line of renunciation
Steady expose on suffering our tender senses.
Ultimately punish that way: displaying other folks suffering
Whereas ours are just sentimental tears...
Exactly where is the Beauty
Which influence and very same time sublimate ones?
Exactly where is the spot for
What fill our self
And leave deep inside emptiness...
Who's going to judge this?
Polish Wandering and Asking yourself poet who lives in NY quite a few years and hunting for alterations in his Life. Extra poems at http://www.essayens.webs.com and http://www.allpoetry.com
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