With silence nod for going in this Way,
That is so bitter and so sweet, so nice and cute,
We’ve tried to bear in a memory the Tale,
The meaning of a life that is pursuit
But, as it’s need, that meaning is forbidden,
Born by the Sunrise, killed by shining fever,
It hides in a fog of beautiful feel,
Being a victim of a Liar on it’s knee,
Somehow addicted to the Human is.
It doesn’t matter what wisdom did you get –
Only Awakened, everyone reveals the bet,
Who lived in here at least the only life,
And after that we would return Enlightened,
And then get with the Truth again United
There passed the years, minutes and the days,
Though Time is as before so fast
Is running through as river makes:
Coquettish, Elegant, with Taste
God dancing unison with man,
Who fell in dream within the Plan,
Who fell in game of birth and death,
When mindless but heavy tat
Looks just ridiculous on Sky,
Makes Poet’s Soul weighty more,
That’s silent whispering, adore:
God, take me back, to flying high!
However, in a Shine of God
There is neither End, nor Start…
With the Divine, the Blessed and Sacred Freedom
Again will Breathe not body, but the Soul.
With farewell regard to Nature’s Seagull,
The Mind will be forgiven, calm and slow.
Impregnated with music of the Love,
That’s heard so close, but far away, Above,
It’s going up to fires of the Light,
Accepting answers to the questions, like a Tide,
With Angel’s Guide, it’s starting to Remind,
Sensing the familiar tense of Home,
Eternit, and reflexing Spirit Flow,
It starts again revealing, flashing, find
And anyone, to whom it wouldn’t turn,
Would tell him: “Friend, I know you will return”…
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