Prose
Telepathic sense of smell

Do you know, that not only thoughts are transmitted from a distance, but also smells? Smells are not physical bodies, and the very essence of people. Each one has his own. The whole emotional background of a person affects his overall "perfume" composition. Someone has spicy notes, someone else is stinking. And how expensive perfume, composition has its own pyramid, consisting of top notes, medium and basic. Top notes are quite fast-passing emotions and feelings.. Medium, middle notes – this is most of the affection. And the basic ones are chronic emotions, e.g. deep-seated grievances, etc.. I want to focus on the basic ones. Because they go in the background, create a train. AND, respectively, affect the whole composition as a whole. And some notes have a smell, to put it mildly, well, not really.

so, how to smell other people in the distance?
Mind – it's like a nose, be it laid, then the person will not smell.
therefore, clean nose, господа 😀

Stories
Parable

The traveler went to the city "above the mountain". And on the way the village sees, where does the native call him to his hut to taste the local "cheburek". The traveler stopped for the night.

Penetrated the locals, told where the path holds, what saw wonderful. And shared what is rich. I was going on the road, and the residents suddenly do not want to let go!
He told them: "Who wants, let him come with me ”. But the words, like a sieve, jetted. Who grabbed hold of a dead grip. Who sang songs so sweet, that the sweetly sweetened phrases fermented like yeast in kvass.
Who whined and lamented for life, like a rotten pie, which won't get any better. Who was dripping so annoyingly, like from a leaky roof, that "there is no place higher". Who spoke, that the traveler’s goal is garbage, because in it there is only one philosophy. Why look for that city, that i never saw? Did not see – and therefore not him… And the traveler looked at everyone and went his way. So I got to the city.
They talk, that a nagging still comes from that village.
The essence of this fable is this. Go there, where does the soul strive. And those, who stops your development, leave in their habitual abode.

Poems
Past crumpled clump of paper

Past crumpled clump of paper
Takes memory out of a coat pocket,
Carefully leveling words,
The story that once composed,
Put sheet aligned,
Somewhere crumpled yet, somewhere with holes,
Somewhere with a piece of soot stained,
And somewhere with colored tides..
And beside him she’ll lie down quietly,
Like a dog, miss you, home.

Prose
Awakening and Awareness

What it is. On a simple example.

Person, keen on playing chess, worries and suffers for his chess piece, as if he himself is on the field. That is, identified with her.
But suddenly, a ray of sunshine from a window rushes directly into his eye and he recalls. It's just a game. And he is bigger, than a chess piece. He is a human. And here it is happiness – nothing threatens him. is he, can say, eternal in relation to this game. This is awakening..
Mindfulness – this, play, understand, that this is just a game and not be identified with a figure.