This face
looked at me
in such
multi-faceted
meaningful
way,
conspiratorially...
a face from
far away land,
eyes're smiling,
mimicking
wrinkles
around
alike
sun rays,
long yellowish
beard
with tales,
entwined in,
ready to spill
the honey
into kids' brains
if you will...
the single
flower
just being
itself
with no glimpse
in tomorrow,
when it will be
eventually
dried,
thrown away
with no sorrow...
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...just stumbled
at this record
in your glossary:
neither time
nor money…
while love
blossomed
in between
the lines,
trembling voice,
caressed eyes,
blessed seconds,
the gesture
beckoned…
until the moment,
vanished
into dusk,
when time
separated
us
for centuries
we’re anchored,
connected
on distance
through the space
as if satellites,
despite
the money,
in-tense...
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...a new body
with crystalline DNA
swirled lovingly –
nothing to fix –
you’re perfect,
unique
as returned
on the way
home,
vibrating high –
magnetic power,-
let other to try
match,
this amazing stretch-
hard one.
Hush, brain –
decide , heart:
don’t you mind
to spill the
clear crystals
upward
to light up
Universe… | |||
Can you
imagine what would happen if the world
was to
receive the gift of “free energy”?”
Robin Adams,
astrologer
…the message of Light
from a celestial envoy:
‘ you have “Midas touch”,
everything turn in gold
with your approach’;
imagine what happens
to world,
received free energy-
every joule generates
new thought,
so I’m looking
for gold,
hidden where?-
‘In the root
of the problem
within your path’,
with a slogan
“Do what you Love”
and “Love what you Do” –
by doing thus
you touch more
lives,
turning them
into gold.
So, hence-
the power to generate
prosperity
indeed
rests in your hands…
Just quick reminder:
wash them fast
before
you touch the ‘bread’…
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'I love 3 things:' -
a Diva said, -
'a cigarette before
and coffee after...'
'I'd like to make
my fans to run up
breathing hard
for chance to stare', -
dreamed grown older star
and moved 10 floors upstairs...
'It's nice to feel
the difference
before and after',-
flowing slowly
announced Jill, -
when calmed down
after Reiki treats.
She 'lost the face',
but saved her wits...
So vary views,
'be happy' ways,-
when you believe
in what you praise...
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“…Mercury in Gemini. This highlights new movement
in the way that we think and use our words…”
Suzi Dronzek, astrologer
No hands? No swords?
Pointing with eyes,
thoughts,words.
The sting – on the edge
of the tongue,
doubled as if a fork,
balancing between
‘yes’ and ‘no’,
‘settle’ and ‘flow’,
‘filled’ and ‘blank’,
‘beginning’ and ‘end’.
Who is who?
What is what?
What is right?
What is wrong?
Double-edged sword!
As we share this air
with Gemini –twins-
nicely play, be aware
what you share, -
then everyone wins!
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I left doors open,
And with the morning hubbub
of spring
the childhood memories,
flew into the room ringing:
laughter and light-
heartedness,
pink and brown bows;
alike for 2 sisters
amazing waffle dresses
with flowers;
а sultry summer,
walking on sizzling
hot asphalt
at the camp site,
and sitting up trees,
watching dance couples...
I have not closed the doors
of my soul...
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In the moment
I asked
about the meaning
life brings us...
the wave of lightness
washed my face -
no wrinkles,
just future vision,
blossomed from
the dreams,
Mercury shifts
to new romantic
whims,
creative surge
of paradigm,
odd-even
streaming
from ancient
Aristotle time,
unwrapping
a doubt,
that wisdom
brings the humankind
good luck…
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I set the clock - (Only numbers?!
“Look ma! –No hands”) –
Free.
I’ll celebrate space,
no more numbness,-
welcome, spree!
The time will drain,
rinsing all the cells
along the spine,
lingering in my thighs,
stumbled by discomfort,
afflicted…
the day you miss me,
(the dissonant chord),
I’ll let go of my need
to control the things,
embrace the pain
and then
I will feel relieved…
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I watched her,
walking on the other side
of multidimensional
display windows,
chin turned high
while I’m
misfortunate,
playing
seek and hide,
covered
in disbelieve,
disguised,
received this “Aha” moment
and recognized
my shadow….
skillful,
handling others
with pride,
and me,
giving away
the power
to strive
to make
those others
around
feel at ease
in comfort
and alive…
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Challenge of self-honesty…
clinging for the past,
lingering
in old familiar scenario,
lodging
in the stage N, act n+1,
reluctant
to move on in life
with eyes closed...
rehearsing
mindfully life episode,
as if it possible
ever repeat
this critical jump,
precisely to jot,
at mary-go-round
retreat…
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My translation (Russian) of the song "Bad weather"
from the movie "Mary Poppins, Goodbye". Music: Alla Pugacheva, Vadim Lotkin. Lyrics: Irina Pavlyutkin. The changes with weather
happen from year to year,
bad weather now - in fashion,
bad weather, bad weather.
As if from the plumbing pipes
heaven water's pouring on us:
Refrain:
six months of bad weather,
half a year - just nowhere,
six months of bad weather,
half a year - just nowhere at all.
Nowhere, nowhere we hide,
but life couldn't be delayed.
Nowhere, nowhere, but right
there someone is looking for you
among the rain.
Ominous thunder's rumbling
from sunset to sunrise,-
a fee for the human sins,
bad weather, bad weather.
Not sore throat, cold or virus -
more serious trouble:
Refrain.
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“Why not just
skip
landing here?”
R.H. Mustard,
a poet
We were taught
to make a plan,
to look beyond
a shroud
under the sun
to find a sweet spot
and stay there,
enjoy the reward,
don’t share the spare…
What if the plan delayed
for years,
to start a new things – late,
and people will laugh
if you burst into tears…
Maybe…- to hide the plan
in the bottle,
throw into ocean,
for someone to ponder,
celebrate the holly
devotions…
Or, to build better world
out of nothing,
forgetting reward,
fasting…,
live every day’s
happy ending,
grateful for
premature
landing...
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My translation of the song "Fly away, the cloud" (1979).
Music and lyrics by V. Reznikov (1952-1992)
Fly away, cloud,
fly away, cloud,
fly away!
Fly away cloud,
oh, fly away…
Wind with cloud tête–à–tête
talked while blowing its around:
my desire, oh cloud,
could you guess?
don't you see the world without you-
better place, -
fly away, oh cloud,
don't delay, oh cloud,
fly away!
If there were no more concerns,
than to chase after you! -
hurry up and pour with rain,
then melt away.
If I stay with you someway
my friend sail will become unvaried
fly away, oh cloud
fly away!
All the
hardships, sorrow
envelop with cotton wool,
take with you anxiety
and sadness
for no grief to all had happened,
for the sun be never blacked-
fly away, oh cloud,
fly away!
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When word 'help' rings
testing our fling -
how far a few
can stretch their
wing
to scratch the surface
to view
face to face
an issue
to share
the spot
under the sun,
a current medium
of exchange -
the sum,
embodied
in trees, groves,
woods,
comes
teetering
on the edge
of devil
tongue
faraway
in a comfort,
numb…
thoughts: am I
a big ship,
called to
haul aboard
sunken boat,
decoyed
to dive into cold water
with no aqualung,
whereupon only
friendly hand matter...
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You hide
your Universe
under a garment,
made of cloth
unique curve
of fractal figure
each part of which
has the same
character as the
whole – bewitched!
You’ve touched
my Universe
unconsciously,
your breath flushed
my cheeks,
my soul
from faraway creek,
where you’re flying
with tailwind
fanning the wing,
carrying an essence
into depth of spring…
you’ve touched me unconditionally…
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...an overture by the theme
sense of profound love,
adoration,
thrill,
surrounded
with sounds,
sighs,
vowels,
consonants,
added up
in unique
rhythm
with pause,
when nobody
breathe,
even a bird stops
singing,
reflecting
the night
dream
patterns
of Life
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Spring speeds up strikes
the rampant squares
of Uranus/Pluto,
sending us
the currents
to awake
the hearts,
intact
by life,
unspent its
warmth
and hidden
love,
reveal
remorse,
the guilt,
self-doubt,
help
to remember
what is the feeling
to be a sensitive
and happy
human being
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