adoring is also adorning-
in a way where the essence
blossoms wholly, without a limit
that remains (left after the aches
or a strange fashion of disaffection)
adorning that liberates
adorn
true north
knowing is slow, a witness
of a blizzard winter. a deep
that shapes, a river streaming
incense ice. what is below
transcends, what soars above
is breathful grounding-
and lostness sings of harmony:
a fireflying snow to sight.
but i did see true north.
those polar lights of early
childhood, when something showed
how illusions are. each fear
fades away, each loneliness
reflects the timeless. and
what does matter is the honesty
of dancing galaxies from heart.
гармония
звёзды сияют там,
где есть дыхание
слова Иисуса –
вечность в каждом
из нас
(картина Наз Тороян)
mystery
what is considered real
is what remains known
to the senses and seen.
no one grasps the deep:
it is an ever-mystery
to wonder at and
to breathe
(art by Irina Prudnikova)
fly
wings are a delicate happening
yet also a healing hurricane
a soft butterfly effect, a wind
altering breaths, aflutter
with sheltering worlds
a dance through
dimensions
(art by Ayumu Matsuoka)
zen
do not struggle for
this world’s attention:
anything that really matters
finds you even in the deepest
of winters, and timelessly
(art by Veneta Docheva)
вне времени
тридцать секунд до Марса
или три минуты до декабря-
дух расцветает везде, всегда
wings and paws
a squeak is a harmony to a chirp,
a natural spin to an airy axiom-
and whimsy its softest curve
(art by Otama-shimai)
aglow
when you are heard
wholly and naturally
like one blossom
hears another one
you simply know
such blessing is
beyond the season
to cherish
to grow
(art by Veneta Docheva)
dignity
love brings dignity. not the dignity woven by the reputation, but the dignity of knowing home and experiencing beauty while not being stirred by the opinions about it.
yelena's poetry 