Starry bridge

Music: A.Zatsepin, Lyrics (Russian): L.Derbenev, "31 of June" - fantastic two-part  musical TV movie based on the eponymous novel by John B. Priestley (1978).  Below is my translation of the song from this movie "Starry bridge".

		Heavenly lights are floating along immense starlike road, over the deep black abyss, forming a starry bridge for us. Refrain: We are among the stars and darkness each other found in unthinkable sky dust for the Milky Way to become someday the road of eternal love! Everything may ends suddenly, you do not lose me in the twinkling stars, won't be destroyed by loneliness our starry bridge again. Refrain. Let Dipper bucket, Big Dipper melted slowly faded away. Let's hope that Starry bridge will help to love, will sway... Refrain.

The secret

Hands down

		I've invited my ego for cleansing and healing experience. I've been through multiple races in different places, now - adding this one. They sway in imagination, changing the colors, switching the tempers with texture and dollars,- yeah, pricey our choice of mixture... put your signature to speed up the future outcome... beaten, tired - someone might get the result on the plate with a golden tile. Now, warranty's expired, but we able to manage the hours, switch the hands, and pretend - we got coverage for any trend... But in hard times whether we'll have enough strength to pull All Hands to the pumps...

Image: 'The Clockmaker' by Russian artist Ivan Vasilievich Kliun (1873-1943)

Variations

Tranquilo

Genesis

Spring boom-burst ‘s

reached the sky

Universe – applauded.

Cool sun–clouds

& wind-whisperer

storm-palms up.

Trees twig-birds loudly

threatened men

toga-cave songs.

Women bee-flowers

sway-joy spread-dance

revealing cage-men-hunter.

      

     03.20.2014

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Negative space

		A positive state of my negative space, late wintery shade I mindfully trace. Haven't seen coming such puzzling time, haven't imagined untangling life line. I've built my home on the top of the twig, haven't been noticed trickery-trick. Playing with me, sun rolled into pond, left me clinging to dream until dawn.

Layers

		It's cold. It's chilly. How frozen're my feelings... But with rising sun everyone's inspired to sign to be a member of jazz radio team to survive with music in winter extreme...   And we're sitting cozy at home with coffee and tea, wearing layers of fears under the winter dome, hidden within the clothes tulips and roses alike in idle poses while our souls collide...

Auto-writing: Insight at this shifting time

 

(continuation, part 3)

 

		Live every day, play on inner plane, spot what's emotional, attractive, glorious; recognize wise well rounded pebbles, listen their stories, interact on different levels as archangels do, sages done, Rama - too, being in two places simultaneously, moreover: be different skills' the precept, for anyone searching - help on the quest of balance, clearing not working stagnant valence, frozen 'bachelor of perfection' set - is it possible to have it if you - only human, not bio robot yet... 

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Auto-writing: going through



"Once Mars enters Aries on the March 12th,

we will be kicking off about all month

cycle where up is down, down is up,

left is right and right is gone."

Robin Adams,

Practical Astrologer

(continuation, part 2)

		...brewing core cause the decor to whistle in chimney, whimsical velour and coral cavities of Vesuvius-volcano harpoon the clear air after eruption, I feel the Windows Vista exhaustion, preserving cd drive from corruption - like playing the whist in a bistro of 18th century, savoring silver lining, dreaming of carousel through cell jigsaw puzzle, chiropractor plays cello for your lover lower back pain, repairs the spine barrier to bow to open the entrance to guided amendment to meditation, to show the ambulance how to grow impossible equivalent fractions... feel the attraction?

(to be continued)

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Auto-writing: a tunnel to light



(part 1)

		A million feels great through corpuscular arch volume of cells, valuable philosophy chew to achieve, curl the core of ear for Darth Vader's 'hard to return' to the Light, who overthrew the evil Empire to let his guard down, to fulfill the Light Force to summon healing chi, penetrating cometary threat, forming genius fortune, challenging pill's muss; the hord connects - the chaos solution,- in the loop of probiotic karma - no straight lines - we run into bumps, check the pulse - expect to lose wages and burning fake tracks, attracted by watermelon scent, - the carpet odor on my tongue - I send 'Thank you' roster with sense "I'm loser..." savvy tabloids fill the book stamps, try to distract them with Alaska salmon, an immune system booster, nailed to the Light tunnel faster...

(to be continued)

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Yes, we hope for Eternity

"We keep trying to connect,

eyes pregnant in the darkness."

'Just Us' by R.H. Mustard

		but... when the water broke - there is no excuse, doesn't help wise crock with a patience blues...   hot... when a burning fate brook flowing into life - will you feel as spook? will you pray to survive?   bide... till the bond be set through the sealed fates, balanced, asserted, true and ...not too late. 

The promise of Spring

 

		I know:   Spring's hiding in here,         somewhere close:         I heard this morning           chirping sparrows.   In afternoon    the sky - in amazement       sighed, while embraced          along the horizon             by pink scarf                of hope.   In evening    I stopped,       stunned by feeling:          my Love has arrived,              shy to appear,                 just sends me the flowers,                    unfurling in Spring.     

Straight thoughts

"Let us not vex our souls for stoppage of a breath"

 

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

 

		As long as I keep my thoughts straight, avoiding emotional tension, the common sense won't lead me astray - reality must grab attention.   As if only burden of mine was a shovel - I start right now dig out the snow to clear the parking spot of my life.   From far far away I've been called, my name - counted in the list of tested - so maybe in couple days I'll be requested to meet someone new on multidimensional level, offered new project,   but first, filtering my requisites, I'll be asked, what I remember the best? Besides my name's change - the life process...   And if this lovely path brings me to cliff, will I appall or just wave my new grown wing and soar in a flow?...

Winter ode

		I'm snow bird, stuck in the bank of new 10 inches of snow. How to get back in warmly-warm of dreamy home and me-summer... These hours, filled with power - I ponder slowly, covered with snowflakes powder, no pain, no burns, all're healed on Earth with soft snow order, our ears and eyes heed to winter ode.