Panta rhei

Dust is settling on the meadows’ cilia
Silvery dew of the spider’s web rainbow
In admiration of the beauty
Died in ecstasy
Nude nad pensive
In stagnancy
But everything is flowing
Everything is changing
Fragile and tender
Short
And everything for that
Your eyes shine
Let me stay
In happiness


Eternity

When I taste the last smell of the evening
Firmament is embracing me with glamour
The moon is giving me a mute smile
And says - you are the star
Taste the smells

When I can hear a concert of a wild bush
Trees are hugging me with the sun’s rays
And the golden melody
Is whispering with lively voice
Taste the sounds of music

When I am climbing to the top of a mountain
Clouds are floating me over the earth landscape
Sweat is flooding my eyes with tears of happiness
And the wind is whistling
Taste the beauty

When my body is sad and my hand is longing
I am leading it to the stream of warmth
Running it on the velvet of tenderness
Approaching its desire
Taste the touch

When I am kindling a passion in my heart
I am grasping an ordinary day with a smile
And I want to be loved
I feel happiness because
I am tasting love

When I enjoy every minute
Staying in undisturbed nirvana
Time is knocking at the door
To remind me:
Taste your life

When eternity comes
It will take away my taste
Take back the consciousness
And will order:
Enjoy eternal life


Humanity

History, eras, civilizations
Archaic, antique, classical
Ancient, before Christ, after Christ
Echo throughout the walls of excavation
Bringing the rest of splendor
Damaged by the mould of time
Archeological imagination of illusion
Plundered by greed, power of destruction
Not pure, not straight, untrue with its beauty
Vestigial traces of primeval existence
Traditions, heroic work
Immortal dust of marble rock
Immortal silence following a battle, a storm
A cataclysm, a life, what else?
Nourishment for broadminded intellects
Genetic inspiration of the past
Accumulation of knowledge, thoughts, creativeness
Dried source inexhaustible
Necrosis of human genius
Grotesque prose of history
Habitual, average, simple crowds
Extraordinary and rare individuals
Heritage of fine arts, philosophy
Monumental in the music of the universe
Complete waiting for new
Inheritance from cosmos
Inanimate, insensate...


Happiness

Happiness, soapy bubble of existence
Rainbow journey in colors of light
Delight of eyes, sounds, tastes
Nirvana of tiredness, sweat, muscles
Harmony of human life
A surprise of chances in nature
Swinging generosity of fortune
Dream moment, calmness
The result and the cause of time passing
Tender chrysalis of butterfly
Distracts doubts of consciousness
Challanges material stabilization
Heavy fundamentals of limitations and anxieties
Attracts by sweet nectar of fulfillment
Eternal destiny and purpose
Stable forwardness in living and dying
And there are so many reasons
To touch it, to soap it, to like it...


Eternal fossil

I love or I don’t - this is the question
But what is love if not a revelation of
Organic truths I am hiding inside
Mind enlightenment blinded from the darkness
Opening its eyes full of blazing stars and the confidence
I want to be with you and you want to be with me
If we could fossilize, there a stream would burst forth
And all our desires would be extinguished by the wind
That is wandering in the conscience of unfulfillment
Don’t you need anything else?
Don’t you want to go somewhere, achieve something?
Aren’t you bored or tired?
Forced to be apart running in veins of thoughts
By phone, messages, mails, blood telepathy
It can’t wait for united existence
Seeing, meeting, gestures and words
Pleasures flooding heart
Like ambrosia of metamorphosis
I am working for you, not sleeping for you
Thinking about you and taking care
What else do you want my love?
To fossilize?
Yes


A moment

You are a moment
I am a moment
We are moments
So take my hand
Let’s go there
Where nobody has been before
Except sun’s rays
And birds’ singing
Let’s go to heaven
Be just with me
Be just for me
Just be for a little while
Which lasts with a sigh of silence
For life gone like the lightning
A while of existence in the metabolism of the universe
Illusion of human happiness and passions
Dust and ashes of matter
Livened up by our joy
Our moment


I’m there

There in the wrinkled brain spiral

I’m there

There in subconscious desire of love
In the need of change and progress
In exploration of new reality
And there in the summer heat

Where your imagination travels
Where smile and joy are born
Where you are touched by a situation
And where the music plays

When the world is against you
When you blunder in the fog
When you talk to people
And when you watch a soccer match

At the sunrise with the morning smell
At noon and at half past four
At each moment of your happiness
And at midnight
Also

I’m there

Only this makes sense