awakening

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A few words.  No more.
It so important to concentrate on intonation.    
Rhythm.  Mood.  State of mind.

 Your life flows like water.
 Thoughts and dreams flow.
 You're changing all the time,
 but you don't notice it.
 Only old acquaintances,
 who sometimes emerge from the past will say:
 "Old man, you've changed, damn it!"
 or "You look like a teen-ager.
 Just a little bit gray."

 You accept variability as a gift,
 flowing through your incredible life.
 You wake up looking at a drop of dew,
 hanging on a thread of cobweb,
 after travels in times and spaces,
 enlightened, awakened, new.
 Is it a second birth ?

 You breathe slowly,
 as if you taste every breath.
 The eyelids are closed, still heavy.
 Bright species are still present. 
 AND a tit or a sparrow knocks on the shutter.
 So you have to get up,
 pour into the feeder a handful of millet
 with flax seeds.
 You smile at the sky, blossoming cherries,
 send love to the world.

  Librarian Lee saddled the Dragon again,
  listening to the mantra A_O_U_M
  on the sound La.
 
 © Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020