How’s that – to absorb the Light of another world, penetrating you, and to give it new and new forms ?
How’s that – to hear words of gratitude Firsthand ?
How’s that – to accept a path, intended to you by God, voluntary and to rejoice from its beauty ?
How’s that – to put one’s love into these words, intended to purify human hearts ?
How’s that – to light up human souls and to revive them to new life ?
How’s that - to see in one’s dreams the promised New world, only to wake up in sweat from rough touched of the old one ?
How’s that – to observer, how long-term problems and vital complexities, gathered for years, are dissolved during one short earth span, blown away by a wind of changes, as though they never existed before ?
How’s that – to truly love this world, despite all distortions, brought into it by capricious human mind ?
How’s that – to know, what awaits so many of you and with a grief in one’s eyes observe you approaching the abyss ?
How’s that – to keep whispering of all this to those, who still hear ?
How’s that – to go nip and tuck with those, who, like you, knows and feels all this ?
Oh men, if had only known, how’s all that …
27.10.2010
I am
The engineer of spirit I am.
The bringer of the word I am.
The fellow traveller I am.
The maker of confusion I am.
The linker of poems I am.
The breaker of the walls of past I am.
The awaking of sleepers I am.
The dispeller of darkness I am.
The flaming blade I am.
The destroyer of illusions I am.
The teacher of happiness I am.
The killer of prejudice I am.
The seeder of hints I am.
The changer of lives I am.
The finger showing the moon I am.
One of the children of One God I am.
The one of many I am.
The one of you I am.
The herald I am.
The Nameless One I am.
08.07.2010
I feel...
I feel I don't belong there, yet this is my world for now.
I feel like I am a sinner and a saint - all in one.
I feel I used to fall, only to rise higher after.
I feel I don't need to repeat the mistakes of the forgotten past again.
I feel I have recently passed through some trial ... yet there are more awaiting me on the path.
I feel like I have already experienced all the common pleasures other ones dream of - and found them worthless.
I feel I have forgotten my true nature and lost my past in the labyrinths of lifes.
I feel like I was able to fly somehow, though I can't recall the time.
I feel my road is of rare origin, yet it won't be easy.
I feel many diamonds of the future path are still undiscovered.
I feel my wish for transformation have triggered some fate threads, and I must prove my worth for the Universe.
I feel the Universe is a constantly evolving, living being and we are all bound by some unseen force in it.
I feel I must dive deeper inside me for the past to unfold.
I feel I'm many-faced ... so many personalities swirling inside me, constantly fighting for my attention. I am all them - and yet someone different.
I feel I have awakened, yet partially. I won't exists as usual "me" when I will finally dare to open still closed eyes.
I feel I could never awaken even like this, had I to listen to other people's "common sense".
I feel I know the major marks of my path, yet the details are still undetermined.
I feel my goals are right, yet only for me. My own ego must be destroyed in my wake for new essence to be born.
I feel the happiness makes me lighter, yet still I cannot soar.
I feel I can't call any country as motherland and even Earth is not home.
I feel I don't need to belong to any organized group folks, yet I could ... just to have some fun examining them.
I feel I could speak more languages, yet now bound to the two, with one sounding so familiar ... Did I relearn one of those ?
I feel I could sometimes feel people's emotions flowing around me, unseen by others.
I feel humans do not yet know the inner power they hold, for this knowledge could be dangerous.
I feel the paths of all ones intertwine in a strange ways and there are no random events.
I feel we are all have creativity of some origin, yet many ones buried it to look sane.
I feel some interesting events marking the future of this world are yet to come.
I feel we all have to be better if we are to survive.
I feel I will always be somewhat "out of touch" there, yet I can accept the laws most ones live with ... just in case.
I feel somewhat like a child now, yet my mind is of elder.
I feel I will never stop seeking the wisdom, nor do I want to.
I feel I could walk the different direction, yet finally my destination would be the same.
I feel I am still human on the surface - and that is for the better.
I feel my path does never truly end, yet I am glad.
I feel I am being guided, yet cannot see the guide.
I feel I am not the only one who feels like this, yet those ones are few.
I feel I could say more ... yet this is sufficient.
I feel I must keep silence ... for now.
13.08.2009
Memory of the millenniums
Small nomadic tribe. Hunting and living, living and hunting on each new terrestrial haven. But they were short – for vastness of steppes awaited them, they were short – for battles were inevitable.
Battles of equestrian orders. A lethal enemy’s weapon - long bent sticks, firing killing needles. His companions died every day … he learnt to get used to it, he had to. In peaceful times the tribe expanded and spread again – ready for new battles, new life and new victories.
This was his life. In this world and in this time.
* * *
Turning to the opponent. Double swing of a sword in the right hand. A strike - and flatwise blow on the armor sideways. Moving sword back. The sword describes an arch over a head of the opponent and again strikes in another side. Now the blade starts moving to the ground … both hands take it – and another blow on the plates, closing a shoulder on the right hand.
On the left. Right. Left. Right.
An arch again. Again the sword is turned in hands and flies into attack … another blow. Continuing to shower rival with strikes, he moved sideways. Some more steps and he has appeared behind the back. A blade, brought by two hands over a head … this should be the last blow, opponent will be defeated.
The steel racing into attack … the opponent is turning to face him… Clanging of clashed steel. His strike has been beaten off. The one he battled was not the weakling at all. A series of successful blows – is everything he has managed to make in this duel. There will be no easy victory – but a long and daring fight instead, a battle which he has thirsted with all his heart for a long time – a battle of worthy ones. It will be the battle of worthy – and let the strongest prevail !
One step back. The foot set back aside for stability. Clanging of steel tools which have met in their dance – now it’s his turn. A sharp withdrawal of a blade downwards – opponent’s sword slides off the block. Now a blade’s turn in a bottom. The blade has flushed, describing a circle in the air, - a blow. Opponent’s plate armor has absorbed the major portion of blow again – he resisted.