108 -Gautama, beg you, darling, come back! -

We are sailing in this Ocean.
Time is running out.
Noisy life, as if a scuba gases mixture, flows out.
The meaning of Life has run away from us.
Where is a secret game in this or not,
doesn't concern us in any way.
Like this geranium on the side window.

We stand on the shore.
The sun is setting.
Here Mercury shines,
and behind it Venus.
The night will cover us with a star hem.
Let's go to the lighthouse.

Len me warm the wine.
Would you like to taste a marzipan.
Someone will play Schubert's record.
Then it's going to be Queen, Rummstein and Kvitka Tsisyk.
The bottomless night will be full of love.
Well, you and me feel so happy.
Do you still want this, my little star?

The sea will play a nocturne for strings and organ.
Meditation is for the hearts, sweetness is for the soul and body.
The all-encompassing thoughts rises like a dark blue cloud,
coming to the Noosphere or somewhere else.

Hare Krishna, Hare Rama!
Gautama, do not vanish in Nirvana.
Come back, darling!
Beg, you dear Holy Friend!

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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2015