I walked along the coral surface of the earth. The pale golden sand on its reliefs shimmered under the glare of the sun. Nobody was around. In my hand I turned a small shell. "Where are my relatives?" – I thought. And then it shook me. I'm in the future. They have been gone for four thousand years! And their image crumbled before their eyes in dust. Four thousand.. So much.. But only contrast shows the boundaries visible to us.. The world was and is not him. Yearning. Humble longing. Out of things, not to cities, not travel, but for your favorite people..
The world is unsteady like sand, flying down between the fingers..
Aiming to see the starting point
And find the arrival point at the end,
The answer will look forever in the eyes
From the void through the darkness in the night.
Beyond time and distance,
Heaven there, where the rays of darkness shine,
Their bright light is immensely gilded
By the purest gold of a purified soul..
Once I met a bird.
There was a nightingale voice,
But more often, she tweeted with a canary..
Under the sight of a proud eagle
The vulnerable temper hid..
Two large wings behind.
On the seat sitting straightened,
But never took off..
Like a bold falcon, happened,
Even her own shadow frightened her..
Maybe, she did not know
What to be a bird born?
Or maybe, pride has become a cage,
Clutching her two large wings?
Maybe, didn't understand,
Through the bars of pride she,
That something valuable was losing
In that cage, locking himself up?