These days every other person writes poetry

These days every other person writes poetry,
And I'm, like a wild beast seeking refuge in them.
And I'm not being called a beloved wife,
And not even beautiful for his eyes made of glass.

And cold is my command to myself:
Don't whine, yes, don't whine, and don't hide from reality.
And even if there moist soil taste in my mouse,
I compose the truth for myself in my tablets.

I am filled with air and the power of the spirit of fire,
And I swallow the cosmos essence, almost suffocating myself.
But firmly on a new line of paper my ink carves,
All experiences, all sorrows, flowing into love.

Of course, you forgot both your home  and the native pier,
You are a man of new powers and new techno possibilities.
But the light from above did not strike you casually
Showing your clear life gap without a single hole in it.

You rolled down the slope, and flew lower and lower,
But the brightness of the seal of God on the bald reins of being,
More and more often on the forehead, but on the back of the head beat.
And you were waking up delirious every night sharp at 3 am.

You dug and dug, one after another, your pit after pit,
You growled and shouted, and groaned and dared, and again, and again.
And at this moment yesterday, inexplicable
You clearly and finally recognized your own self.

You saw it, and missed it, and even it made you numb a little,
But only by the smell of freedom it pulled to itself.
And it was at this moment that God's seed was born in the crown of the head,
And it was at that moment that everything turned into a red lie around.

And now you stopped bowing, stopped being afraid.
And the dream renewed, ascended from the darkness, into a single portal.

You became unbridled in the knowledge of the new sign time
A beautiful and careful life - love, the one that measures into paradise.

You threw away faith in someone else's heart and disheartened hearts,
Confidently you call yourself a light, cutting a gap into the darkness,
And how much more awaits you ahead, and now, and from now on,
You see so clearly into another world your slightly ajar door.

You will now get up in the morning and wash yourself in prana,
You will look at the sky and you will be the sun in an instant.
You will sing your song to the world like a bird,
About the realm, about joy, happiness, and about love.