I breathe, naively contemplating

Княгиня Татьяна Романова -Бродни
I breathe, naively contemplating
All holy prayer's involuntary murmur,
As if recognising deep in my soul
Ancient confession's divine whisper...

 
I write to splendour dedicating
The sacred mysteries of the invisible pattern,
I live and bless with love
All living ancestor's fateful eyes and heaven...
 
The soul vanishing somewhere
With comet's train behind it,
Leaves fiery fractals in the air
To embrace the whole of life's spirit...