S.B and J.B.
When we're talking with you why then suddenly my ears burn,
Why my eyes feel like covered with mica? Because of the knowledge?
I would like to declare my bright and my fabulous world,
Where dream has no name and the roses are always in blossoms.
Coinciding with dream. I will learn from philosophers then
To see things all around in coincidence, as in synthesis,
And in antithesis my quiet dream will be carried away
To give there in coiled convolution to all - spiral blessing.
Entry into the Temple - today it's a great celebration.
And I don't want to write the banalities here of course:
Of Her Purity, grandeur, She stands above any archangel!
This small girl who gave meaning of life to us in universe.
In the middle of heaven a star in Her blue train will roam.
You were writing about this star, unforgettable Joseph!
And at that time I grasped your coincidence in it with God.
She is wider than sky, but in everyone's breating, like Autumn.