явлению Дэвида Тибета 23.09.06 посвящаю
And I remember us there:
Near the stormy sea
Watching waves playing with us
And little swallows flittering by
As they found in the waves their own sky.
And I remember our reflections in the water
Like in a magic distorting mirror wall.
And it`s almost there –the Great in the Small.
And I remember us there:
In the heart of shinig, magic twilight,
In the foggy mystery garden.
I remember night-flies all around us
And a blue leave falling on the ground.
Little angels are fluttering on your eyelashes,
And I remember i wanted to play more and more and more…
And it`s almost there –the Great in The Small.
And I remember us there:
As we `re standing all dressed in black
All is lightened in sun`s rays very bright.
She`s awful pity for them looking for the Evil
And not looking for the Light.
And sadness hides in our shadows
As i see her in the dark.
And we`re standing here just behind her –
Black figures near the opened door.
Though it`s almost there – the Great in the Small.
And I remember us there:
As we`re standing in a half-light in a little club.
And i remember the somniculous piano
And siren`s voices of the violins, and cello`s gloomy crying…
And I remember i saw the shining
Of the inmost light that was dissolving
In apocalyptic ballads of a sorrowful Prophet
On a little shady stage.
…And we`re crying and crying near and about - nihil…
And it`s all Nothing, nothing at all!
But now I know - it`s finally here –the Great in the Small,
the Great in the Small.
сентябрь-ноябрь 2006
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