Where there is no love,
all thoughts, dreams, deeds are imperfect.
Barges, tankers, cargo ships and ocean yachts are going to and fro
through the Channel.
The cliffs immersed in meditation, just don't notice them
In the world of stones all these metal and composite pieces -
are only the rubbish in the body of water, nothing else.
But we should know - we can take their wisdom
at any time and anywhere.
After all, parallel universes
intersect at the points of love that open the hearts
small and large: stones', birds', snakes',
paper dragons' and white, blue eyes tigers',
the ones that creep up like a home cats
at the feet of Buddhist monks.
Golden light pours through the portals,
oozes through the tip of a shaved head
looking like a bubble, or a ball,
until it fills each cell of the sinful body.
And then the true
and the ordinary miracle occurs.
Hare Krishna! Hare Ram!