Do you believe in life after death?
Or prefer sensations, feelings, breath?
Earth and heaven wait for your choice,
What prompts you your inner voice?
If you choose earth, heaven is lost,
If you choose heaven, earth becomes a ghost.
Science and religion offer different news,
But art can unite even such fighting views.
Beauty and harmony belong to both worlds,
My contemplation near the moony pond
Creates a hidden inner timeless bond
With the eternal space of love above.
A fading star sings its farewell song
And dies in sorrow before dawn.
I walk along the stream, following a beam.
A bluebird flies ahead, melting in the sky.
Sun turns from yellow and white
And then from white to red
But luck is far away, although hard I try.
Is it a religious myth or just a fairy-tale?
Can I catch its mocking tail? Or I shall always fail?
The water sings a silver song,
The sun beams like a copper gong.
Where do I really go? I don’t know.
Two mirrors make an endless row
Of reflections, which grow to eternity
And give a glimpse of an alternative
Dimension of cold mental recollections.
The new age of Aquarius is a labyrinth of versions.
Harmonic proportions grow from irrationality
Like a lotus bud from the mud. True reality
Is hidden in the chaos of potentialities
Like honey in the hive. If you are afraid of bees
Don’t try. But then all the honey will be my.