Wisdom

Through improbable noise catching silence of night,
All the Men having felt as the Heaven embodiment,
Tasting Fruit of the Knowledge, you’ll be never blind,
You are right:
             Ways of Life are incrust and uncut!

Lifting candle of heart,
              May I flowers assign,
Smoking Incense for those,
             who had left to the Silence,
Through reflection of mirror -
              from dreams coming up -
             Out of borders of Mind
      To Distinction of Equal.

Shining treasures of Soul
          is a pass up to God,
Seeds of Knowledge we sow
              To the most eager persons
The Creator had smoked round heads
                Flaming Code:
This - as white pigeon’s mail -
               Is examined us for Sense.
We’re sending the messages
             During all of the Keep
Through vibration of feeling,
                Harmonics of singing …
What we sow to a Soul,
               that exactly we reap,
The desires of Life having cleaning -
                Thus winging!


(2004)