"Не смотри!"- говорил он, - "Вслед
Уходящим за грань сознанья.
Не смотри на ушедший свет.
То, что было, теперь - не бывает."
Не бывает, не длится, не снится....
Только там, за горизонтом, зарница
И труба, что беззвучно зовет,
Тех, кому уже вышел их срок На планете, столь грешной, Земля...
Там, за горизонтом, поток
Вечной жизни в блаженстве "Не-Я"...
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"Don't look," - he said, - "at them, don't follow...
They have gone to the far, to horizon
And behind their conscience... Don't
Look at the light, which is left with a sorrow...
All, that have been - now is absent...
It doesn't happen, doesn't last, doesn't dream...
Only there, behind the horizon,
The flash of sunset and a horn blows silently.
It is calling all people now,
Who has lived their term already...
On this Earth, so native and sinful...
There,behind the horizon, there's a steady,
A constant flow of the Beautitude of Non-Me...