patience

Shadow and I

		Something unusual catching the sight, to see - follow the straight path of light. Whether the light rays're passing the edges of 3D object - one shouldn't be a sage to perceive 2D shadow of me - peacefully soaking in the bath with a Lily's delicate salt scent... I struck! my shadow's walking away... doesn't want to listen the words of prayer, dropped the soap in the water behind, trying to destruct my focusing mind... I spent time to convince its to follow my way - unleashed and soothed to stay on the wall...well...for wee... Should I send its a survey with the query to reply, and a request: keep in balance with me?

new song

Under

		Having nice supper   in the restaurant   with close friends   and colleagues,   talking about life's   ups and downs,   the old man was given   ride to home after that   to relax and enjoy   calm evening,   but instead...   panic!  No more faith...,  wired coil of rope  around the body,  seeing cards,  falling with domino effect  as the karma. 'You are fraud'- whisper..  Is it low self-esteem?  Maybe fear of future,  or tightly attached   past... After taking pills there is prayer time, when he prays for 150 people he has known, took care about, working as a coordinator in mental service - not scratching surface, but digging deeply under...

moonlight

Fit in

		Can we generate like a plants highly ordered patterns to fit into tiny space using efficiency matters and Fibonacci series of numbers? The nature's never numbs, grass never asks when to grow, and full with foliage for us to show, how patterns and shapes fit in divine plan in order we could don't only live on the Earth, but be with it as One

spoiled

Daylight

Separation

...when something is starting to rot -
it's time to repair the damage...(inspired by Tarot)

		not a dream, real vision: the crow, an intelligent bird, carry out the bloody remains of treated body in front of me, driving the car; the crow, the forest corpsman on duty, reminds me: it's time to repair, rejuvenate and renew, to separate the mind from the matter with one clean and precise move as the path of the surgeon's knife... ...how it would be amazing...                 if only we could         save and repair         what spoiled...         like separating         a soul from         the body... wounded nature will healed and then returned to the base... in 100 years a guilt will be forgotten... Correction will clears the way for fresh, new beginnings.

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first kiss

Deja vu

		I step into the same water twice - deja vu? Same and not - in the same time: familiar faces're playing sitcom, all my reflexes are challenged now: from reaction to very assertive action. I see myself in more complicated scene: I teach, I learn, I observe in one screen. I've made extra time, the thinking mode, when I can stop, think, take the note... So, when I step in the same water again - there are nothing to lose, but new lesson to gain.

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Closer

		The houses are moving closer to each other, the path to childhood starts to overgrow, I'm peeking from afar, no thoughts to hurt... I leaf through a memory with awe and slow walk through the streets, the way I've done it in the past, I'm getting closer to the sea, and breathe more freely, how alive my feelings, all memorable meetings I'm listening and see... the Duke still waiting to provide the tour de luxe, and meet and greet by shooting a cannon, and Pushkin grateful for an inspired moment, still shows back to home across the street... where white acacia has bloomed, and air been filled with poetry and music, I've met my muse, I flew with joy, I see it now closer to amusing...

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Happy years

the head

a tempo

line by line

the wish

True light

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New chance

		Here I am, my orange silhouette, choosing the see-look-at the map of destinations, juggling in rotations with words and expressions, just extensions... and many-many questions... How to know, what table to serve and feel/heal the nerve, when shaking hands outstretched? Are you match or they trying to pull you in wrong way? How to know, where place the straw to fall (not fail) softly and slow in love with (out) sorrow with face forward for show and tell? How to know which word will trigger old pain, and push hot buttons of forgotten co-pays with due today, if not - sue? No way. How sharp's my pencil to cut the strings, attached to past ring, to choose better path - not the buffet pass with cashier's wry: 'what is change?' Or maybe exchange it for...flowers? Seeds of truth, planted in ground, with roots expanding all year around, twisted with hope and promise to bring new chance for soul abundance and freedom sense. When the first buds, quenching their thirst, glance in the sky, touch fertile earth, bloom in the light - then we'll be know how it feels   at home...     in flow...

Clear day

		One of those days - I am early up, when birds awake, immersed in a night moisture, they're warming up the voices with morning dew, rehearsing music parts, as usually dividing for the soprano and the altos. Anticipating fun, I'm sneaking closer and stunned, pulling curtain's cord: so clear glass, and air glows, washed up by the rain, my window highlighted by the storm! The sky still bears traces of the struggle and triumph, between the odds, prestige and self-control. But washed away the learned skill next moment, when the rising sun throws pastel cloak on sky's blue skin. Invisible sky-lighter moves slowly switcher up, and show will begin - unique, with shades and colours, and every face I meet will keep the traces of struggle and triumph I saw on morning sky in theater of life with people as an actors.

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Natural remedy

		I know nice spot to take the shower for my soul in clear heavenly teardrops. I'll weave the tapestry of herbs to use as a towel to dry and heal my scars in heart, and be my cover.

Weight

		The physical weight doesn't matter, when our ethereal bodies met - there's no more stagnation and fear: in flow we shift and connect. Ethereal body - so light, so easy to carry and care, and even abandoned, - flies and friendly hangs out in the air. Invisible, weightless I float... above you... neglecting precaution... but grounded! How I forgot about the Law of Attraction?

Completion

		We strive to complete our mission to receive the permission to proceed to new dimensions to perceive new time with no time line as unexpected gift to our age lie - shall we die? After all we alive with wisdom and confusion, quartz DNA inclusions, and this's just prelude to our brain enhancement, renewed attitude to help with placement in the god's world plan near completion to click on inner plane with love and compassion. While climbing up hill - the goal's in sight, and mystery will - on the mountain backside...

Directions

fence

"I'm writing a historical novel!"

my translation of the song, written in 1975 by Russian bard Bulat Okudzhave

		In a dark glass bottle from under imported beer red rose bloomed proudly and slowly. The historical novel I wrote a little by little, breaking as into the fog from prologue to epilogue. Ref.: Everyone writes what he hears,         everyone hears how he breathes,         as he breathes so he writes,         not trying to please.         Since the nature wanted         why? - not our business,         why? - not for us to judge. There the sky was blue ahead, and the fantasy - in abundance, and out of my destiny I pulled the thread by thread. I fitted out the heroes in the path, searched notes about past, and imagined myself as retired lieutenant. Ref. Fantasy's not a hoax, the idea's not yet the whole,- give me to finish a novel until the last page. And while it still alive, red rose in a bottle, give me to shout out words, that long lie in the bank. Ref.

extra cloud

Never thought -

        to make you happy

    I need to draw

               only one extra cloud

     in clear sky

Too close

		I come to close to see what is real: words...eyes... gestures... meaning at the edges of cake sprinkling talking of sweets...- maybe it's time to quit really... slippery ground - take precautions - wear rubber suit or you'll be swept out of cushions causing burst! ...and many pieces of you with colorful choices will fly away with various voices in alternative parallel worlds... discovering many mistakes, aligning again to god given pathway, but feeling much better, on higher level with new experience on planet Earth with multiple pieces of me met together I'll retrace you again, recognize, you - my fate.

Tenderness

my translation, based on the poem of 1913 yr. by Russian poet Anna Akhmatova 

The real tenderness

can't be confused

with anything,

and it's quiet.

You're needlessly

coddle gently

my shoulders

and chest

in the fur.

And in vain you say

humble words

about first love.

How well I know

these persistent

not being fed

looks of yours!