My dialectical sphere

I have a ball - it's a transparent Sphere,
A Cross and Transverse line are drawn in it,
Sphere is alive, in motion, water's glimmering,
Outwardly it is like jelly, airy clear.

Like a symbol of life, the top - sky symbol,
Related to the Bottom - to the earth,
Time is in motion - from left to the right line
past to the future, center - now it goes.

And from me through the ball - my whole life passes,
From birth up to departure outside,
And I jump naked into sphere - life rises,
Small, like in childhood, without world outside.

In this sphere, due to the fact that it's closed,
The world's secluded, calm, harmonious,
It calms me down if I am wound up strongly,
A panacea, a dialectic's bowl.

The sky and earth are merged, the past - with future,
all-unity, eternity exhale,
a boat in circle, ecstasy of Buddha,
stability of Thought, source of all faiths.

Sweet Superconsciousness, it's all-involvement,
Kind all-inclusive, will endure, like cross,
An end, an exit - combined with their sources,
Joyful, like childhood, pure, full Existence.

The first time it appeared by "Moon" music,
Lenin described Move-essence very well,
It's a support for EVERYTHING - I'm sure,
From contemplating sphere I feel grace.

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