Blessed in the sunrise, blessed in the ocean,
Spinning as fidget under blue sky,
Gathering light spray, beautiful nonsense,
Reflecting impressively world in full size.
The Blessed looks in mirror of own creation,
Sometimes it hurts, but it pleasantly teaches,
Nothing stands higher on the ladder of ration,
For Blessed universe favors whatever it reaches.
For Blessed it’s not life, it is harmony’s dance,
It is perfect unison of all nature’s demands,
It’s not scientific or sacred event,
It intimates an ecstatic natural scent.
Life is blessed!
© Copyright: Маргарита Воеводина, 2011
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