A flute of reed

collector
of moments
flavours
nuances
in space
I am

I am
always
awake
careful
smiling and
serene
to allure
you

to make

you
to take out
of your soul
all the best
bright
tender
and true

in order to bow

to the truth
to the ground
to eternity
and supermortality
together
and to die
today

drops
of tender
words
seep through
the iron
armor
and set out
on a journey
to meet
your
sentences
and
together
to write down
a poem
about something
that happens
somewhere
here

"Art is what God makes as man" Hazarat Inayat Khan

"Deity depiction causes the One that is without form, color, or breath to appear." Upanisad 4:1

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my orange dress on daisies
matches the sunflowers
in my mind,
is in contrast to
the fog in my heart
and meets my plans
for easy and joyful
Autumn

the same way I know that
the rose that is a rose will fade,
the snow that is snow will cover the grass
the Spring that is Spring will come in May,
something in me always knows
what will happen … anyway …

again
it wells up
rises from me
unweary
unextinguishing
mad energy
and passionate longing
for the real
only Le Clézio
would understand
and would walk with me
in deserts
on colored clouds
through the jungle
and would avoid with me
the inertia of the cities
the people’s jabber
and walls
of concrete
and ugly iron
we would examine the ore,
the lichen on the stones
the sea’s most deep
depths
together with our souls
aspirations
truths
and those mirror planes
in the other
in us
in the reality
that gives birth to us
and we give birth to