Ordinary Marvels

Word game. Sound painting. Miracle writing.
Magic, fairy tales, marvels.
All your mental forms act like scary butterflies.
Nothing but divination on the sand washed by the sea wave.
I pour mint water on your feet, my dear love.
I kiss your freckles on your nose and cheekbones.
How to surprise myself in this bizarre world?
No way.
One more weird idea struck me
and I fall asleep waking up in a new world,
on another planet, under other stars and giant planets.

- Are you sure he brought the oriental wisdom,
  expressed by Gautama, to the Ecumenical?
- Yes and no. The Great Soul does not copy anything.
  Every time one carries an update.
- And what new did he bring?
- Don't you see that the old Ecumenical bottles
  were not able to stand the rustle of young wine
  and had broken into tiny pieces?
  Don't you see that wine is still alive,
  getting into groundwater, lakes and rivers?
  One can find it even in the clouds.
  This is love, sweetheart.
  The only value in this world.


© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020