Water. Fire. Tree.
Twilight. Sirius is almost at its zenith.
Willow. I huddle up to the smoking room.
I smell willow flowers.
I live as if on the last day.
The sky is on the top,
underfoot - the earth's thickness,
and between them is pranah.
I breathe slowly, as if watering a horse.
I know everything at once and I know nothing.
But most of all about myself.
And I don't want to know.
The mantra OM tickles the soft palate.
Horseshoes are ticking the pavement in Lviv.
Turkish coffee for two cups will be ready soon.
What am I doing alone here on the shore of the night?
Why won't anyone call me home?
Why don't I hurry to the pub or just to a coffee shop?
I must say frankly: I just don't want anythig:
no society, no city, no church.
I want to be here alone:
with very river, flowing to the Eternity,
now and here
under this this old willow.
Meditation on water fire tree
© Copyright: Валео Лученко, 2020
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