The final destination

There is light, there is warmth,
there is salt air in this remote place.
It smells salt. It tastes salt.
That's not a salt from sweat and tears, but from the Ocean.
Rihannah sits on a raft and squints like a cat.
He's happy. He enjoys the sun.
He stays in the shell of love.
In the vast realm of unseen dreams
A swarm of angels flies to Rihannah.
Golden boy, just let your heart warm up
these strange transparent creatures.
Make them sit comfortable on grass, on pebbles,
on your chaise longues.
Talk to them for as long as you can
Amen!

 - Yu Ming, how much miles have you walked?"
   Your feet are covered in bloody calluses.
   What on earth have you done that?
 - While I'm walking, I'm meditating. I do not feel pain.
 - But why?
 - Your questions are wrong. Don't look for a reason where it doesn't exist.
 - And what is there?
 - There is a Big Game, the design we've no idea about.
 - Just game and nothing more?
 - So. The main thing is not to get behind bars.
The wind rustled with withered crowns.
The crow croaked.
The owl sighed.

Pure light. Pure colors. Pure sounds. Pure voices.
Quarks. The mind is otherworldly.
Waters, springs and tides.
Clay, the pebbles and sand.
Golden light and love forever
in this tiny spot of Earth.


© Valentin Luchenko, 2020