In a sky

(translation of Лученко Святослава "В небi")

It’s so much brightness in your sky!
Between the clouds your Spirit wanders,
It like a light-wing bird that flies
And lives so freely...

High, above me - the distant and near celestial background is opened out. Clear dark blue, gently blue space, flowered with the fluffy clouds of fanciful forms.
From my childhood I looked at them, yet then, as a crimson-sided summer was infinite, and the sweet-scented bushes of elderberry enticed with the gleaming black necklace of berries... Tall ash trees above the path then seemed as magic mighty giants, air scented with wormwood and lovage, and it was green everywhere and that greenish-herbage was such native...
I’m running along the river bank, breathe with the morning sleep of calamus and chill of dewy grass, drink this infinite space of living air, filled by moist serenity. And it flows silently and slowly inside of me and recuperates, becomes part of my body and pierces it. The soul laughs, opening up to meet skies frankly and childish-sincerely. In this world of clear paints and transparent ray only the lightness and goodness exists. Besides the sky, which breathes in sublimity in unison with me is opened; it grants Miracle of life and heat with every second...
Fall into a fresh and soft after-grass – it’s juicy and sweet-scented... Lie backwards and peep... now... eyes already got used to the bright sun... dew almost dried out, and hands are tickled by the stem of chicory. I’m staring there, where above me, between clouds, piercing all of celestial Infinite Ocean a ray pushes through - by the sheaves of golden haze from above to the bottom through a celestial "sieve". The miracle is miraculous! My look melts in him, admiring, falling in love with the relaxed beauty of the young world... I’m catching rays and collecting them handful, bathing in them, flying up with my soul highly and freely, as a tiny particle of the universe... I feel myself as a bird – swift and strong that wanders this space of the opened sky, washes its light wings in the radiance of the lightest of all - the look of a Sun. That bird becomes me or I become it, identically... We are free in the space, where warm and cold winds roam; we look from above at that small and flowering, such native for us world... The spirit of Sky accepts in the cuddles the Bird, but it dwelling whispers with the Spirit of Earth: "come back, come back!"...
The gates of Sky already are quite ajar: rays fall from it with continuous stream, such as all of Gladness of Life was incarnated in pure light which fills me-Bird up, carries on the wave to the banks of the Greatest Pleasure - Harmony of Spirit and Will. I am free in my heart and loved by the world... I am dipped into the space of Endlessness of Heat and Peace.
I LIVE in him! And my heart is getting filled with a force of wind, a ray of light, a fresh stream of rain which enriches my blood with the energy of pure Sunrise. Inside of me a silvery laughter rings and echoes with streams somewhere far... That ringing – light and melodious... it’s everywhere. This wonderful music rushes from everywhere! The air catches a vibration which pierces everything around. It enters me and each my cell also begins that silvery ringing-laughter... so nice... so groovy... The bird of my free heart sings Glory to the Universe... A song rushes above meadows, fills the land to the brim, rises all the time higher and unites with that fantastic life-giving ray, becomes the Ray! And now our Symphony of Life - engrossing and entirely-covered, it united Spirit of the World with the Spirit of Bird and satiated them with the spirits of Harmony and Love. Universe plays it in unison with my Heart, and it answers him with a loud Chord of Life and Light.

19 November 2007

Iouri Lazirko
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