The Endless Canvas of Existence

It's just a words lace.
You take the threads of images out the endless canvas of existence.
You don't know where it will take you to,
when Spring Eros abounds outside the window.
Peppers chirp, cuckoos forge, nightingales chirp.
Sperm overflows the males and erupts in song.
Those who are able sing.
Amen!

And if you close your eyes, you find yourself in the wilderness.
Breathe regularly and watch. Don't disturb the flow of visions!
The abundance of leaves, moss, stones. Somewhere below, water is gurgling.
the sky is barely visible through the tops of the beeches.
You are disembodied today, my Ivasyk Telesyk,
Dragoon is captured. He snorts. He does not breathe fire.
Silence, silence.
Serenity.
Calm pond.

The pond reflects the clouds like mirror.
The gutters have been dry for a week.
I ask thunderstorms and wind to make the windows tremble
and the ashes creak.

- I'm listening to your teachings and I can't figure out where
  this path leads to.
- Don't be so ridiculous. That's not teaching at all.
- So it's only a chatter? Are you just shaking the air?
- Fell free to call it whatever you like.
- Dao, Zen, kaon?"
- It's up to you.

10.54. 12/05 2021

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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021