Nikolay Minskiy Two Ways

НИКОЛАЙ МИНСКИЙ
‘ДВА ПУТИ’
NIKOLAY MINSKIY
‘TWO WAYS’

There is no choice of ‘ill and well’,
To crossroad led me freedom spell.
She told me thus at dawn of day:
There don’t exist two vital paths
But both mean ‘well’
Do get at last!
Are grief and pain –
A mock for crowd,
But for a sage –
Just game profound.
And what’s considered
Evil, sin – is just a turn
To get to brim.
Does crowd’s clammer
Promise life, united in existence,
Hence, other path –
 Is silent way to emptiness in distance.
Both ways do lie
And promise false
And lead to coffin darkness,
Whilst, you’re –
The shade of God on Earth
And God’s your shade pneumatic.
The curse conceals an abject truth:
United way is out of use.
The blessing is –
It’s all the same
What way to choose
To reach an aim.
With reckless feeling
You might step
The either of the two,
Whilst, when with people
Sharing days
At heart stay calm and cool.
And do deny their truth with truth,
With love do burn their love;
But do behold in deepest soul
Just Me and gifts implied.
Do warm up world with smile of mine,
Let know one and all:
You are the One, I’m to attend,
Among the rest of all.
Do tell them  I do lit my torch,
Yet yesterday's unknown,
There is no choice of ‘ill and well’,
Just ‘well’ for every soul.