One walked through the boulevard of God

Александр Листенгорт
One day, on snowy, heavy road,
There walked the one, created by the God,
His Life was hanging on the balance
Besides the blizzard, there was not

When suddenly the heavy snow subsided,
He saw that there Is a Way
One top, one down - there were no sense,
Where to go all alone - in advance, or away

But He got up with all his Power,
With his divine and doughty fist,
And felt like had a little pain -
Regretting getting in a mist

He decided to escape the paved road,
But felt as if it struck on something,
He clutched in fence his little feet,
Just clinging, outwardly torn on someone

He guessed, that there Is a Limit,
That he materialized himself -
The fence appeared beyond the snowstorm,
And stood within the frontier, as shelf

He saw the gap in virtual paling,
He walked to through the wavy road,
And soon, preparing to turn,
He thought again: I'm on a fork

The One did have the Right to Choose,
And he rejoiced it with the sincere tears,
Now free forever and for all He was -
As in eternal sky, the Star with wisdom reals

He could go upstairs - to the Sun,
He could go downstairs - to the Sea,
He could go ahead - where is the Hole,
Where happiness or sorrow waits for him

The one did make a stride to downstairs,
And caught a feeling as He were Re-born -
The Energies of Heat and lightly breeze,
Whose music sounded remotely, as a fond

He walked in circles, only changing their order,
And each one showed him joyful Sun, or azure Sea,
And downstairs, here, the wind's so sweet,
On top - the fathomless expanses with no lee

Sat down and reflecting under sky,
He tried to find the rebound of himself,
And realized: there is no place he wasn't be -
He's everywhere, and holy Earth is Home and Wealth

And there are no unsolvable riddles,
And only He Himself is Lord of Earth and Life,
Though God is smiling furtively, invisibly
He's Here, Everywhere, playing on his Fife

Oh yes, the One will have to go away,
Where Blizzards are all howling so far
Being hundred thousand souls - it's flattered
To start a conversation with that Tzar

The One will die, with Smile on his face,
With understanding Meaning of the life
Suppose that in the end the final's open,
And all is going Here and Right Now

He saw the Sun, the Stars and whitish moon,
Went forward, upward, down, then returned -
To Home, where he does learn the depths
Of all, that he did open, when reborned...