Water. Fire. Tree.
Twilight.
Sirius is almost at its zenith.
I smell willow flowers.
I live as if it's my last day.
The sky is on my top of the head,
the earth is under my feet
and prana is between them.
I breathe slowly, as if watering a horse.
I know everything at once and I know nothing at all.
I wish I knew something about myself.
The mantra tickles the soft palate.
Horseshoes are ticking the pavement in Lviv.
Turkish coffee in two cups will soon be ready there, in my favorite cafe.
What am I doing alone here on the shore of the night?
Why won't anyone call me home?
Why don't I hurry neither to the pub nor just a coffee shop?
I must say frankly: I just want no society, no city, no church.
I want to be here alone: ;;with a river, a campfire and an old willow.
11.42 26.08. 2021
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