The stellar wind rustles in the Moon valley.
Behind the porthole - absolute zero.
Life can escape from here in a minute. Through a thin hole.
And it is a great miracle that we live. A real miracle.
And not a single stone pierced the side of our boat,
which for some reason flies in the midst of this indescribable beauty.
The Universe is silent. Let's also keep silent,
wrapping our consciousness in an altered state of mind.
- Tell me, my dear friend, what is love to the touch?
What does friendship smell like? What color is devotion?
- Lips to lips. Oak bark, ylang-ylang and a note of patchouli.
Dark blue, navy blue.
- Your watercolors are so strange. Patterns mesh slightly wet paper.
What do you want to say by this?
- That we are all asleep. We live dreamily. It's high time to wake up.
- But it's still dark outside the window. It's so scary.
There are demons there.
- Your fears are just mind games. You're afraid of illusions.
Calm down. Get ready. Dress warmer. Come with me.
- No.
- You will regret it. Later you'll be looking for my traces.
Dew will fall, you'll not find them. Are you coming?
- Yes, I'm going.
Guelder rose bagpipe, flute, trymba, baroque violin, viola and bass.
Music wraps time in a warm blanket. Light rain pours out the window.
Firewood crackles in the stove.
Chi, prana, life power fills the body
The angel stirred on his right shoulder
The raven sits stiff like a stone on the left one.
I read the book in my mind:
line after line
Oh, mani podme, hum!
You are in touch.
Your job is to write a book.
The less you know, the harder you sleep.
Whether you are the One-who-has-the-Power, they'll tell you.
I love you very much! Live in peace.
Read between the lines.
Watch your heart.
I did not die.
I'll be back soon.
Look out the window.
Do you see the star?
The connection was not lost.
The eight rotates around the axis.
We are all united today:
who can hear and who will tell.
The Good News is on the your doorstep.
10.22. 06/04 2021
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021