Genesis

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Being. Just the essence of being.
To be enlightened.
To be the Zen master for oneself,
noticing this strange autumn light,
drinking the warmth of a fine day, perhaps the last in your life.
To be enlightened,
feeling coolness of the earth, its dark moisture.
To see the roots of trees while looking at their crowns,
as a true druid.
To read fortune on runes, on rye, on dried flowers of trees.
To notice your youth with a side view in the windows of St. Gallen,
dimmed by the rain.
To catch the wind with your hair net.
To feed the tits with seeds on your palm,
for the cranes must have already flown.
In fact, you've never seen them, and therefore,
if absolutely_theoretically saying they've never existed in your world.
Your Enlightenment needs happiness.
It's like fuel for a car or an airplane.
That's why you drink tea with honey and smile sweetly
with the corners of your eyes and lips.
You breathe slowly, almost imperceptibly.
I've seen real gourmets taste wine like this,
the old man ate melon in Bukhara like this,
the mom watched the newborn son,
which she had no hope of giving birth to like this.
You come into the world as a child of God.
The Mother Universe loves all her kids.
Our world is alive to the tiniest particle of it.
It NEVER dies..

 

© Valentin Luchenko, 2020