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Poem as a premeditation |
That Great Emptiness That great emptiness in my heart For years, Spacious as the most distant dream In which You appear suddenly… For to fulfill myself of Your beauty, And praise the day and the light of raising, For not to precipice in space Of the missing events as countless things: Suffering and joy in solitude of Life… That everything - to feel The exhale of Eternity, Inhale of Love… To Be… * Again, and again Reality tunes up: Inflow and the outflow of the waters, The fullness of the Moon and New Moon, Rising Sun and Sunset, Falling of leafs and shooting of buds, Waters circulations around the Glob, Life - Love - Death and New Life. Rhythm and rocking, The Rise and Fall, Inspiration and Exhalation Countless forms of Existence. Whosoever has the access in The Fullness of the Beauty and Life? At front of the Being Which lasts as an invisible smile: Mona Lisa or Buddha? Whosoever participates in Total suffering of Christ’s Painful Mystery? That everything - to feel The exhale of Eternity, Inhale of Love… To Be… * How much do You need From it To praise each day by Art and Work? How much do You need To jump into a day, anew As into a water With a hope You can once at last Find the Secret Script Which is not soaked through yet, in the bottle… To read it! That everything - to feel The exhale of Eternity, Inhale of Love… To Be… July - November 2008 Leonard Gorski Ó copyright 2008 |