Алхимия душ... Alchemy of Souls

          * * *    (Translation into English is provided below)


АЛХИМИЯ ДУШИ... - ОНА
НЕ ЧАСТО...  ОЖИВАЯ ГОВОРИТ
ХОТЯ...СМЕШЕНЬЕ ЧУВСТВ В НЕЙ МОЖЕТ И КЛОКОЧЕТ...
ВЗДЫМАЯ ВСЁ И... ДАЖЕ ВСЁ ОСЕВШЕЕ СО ДНА...
А ВОТ ВОЗЬМЁТ ПРО... ГЛАВНОЕ... - СМОЛЧИТ...

МОЛ ДОГАДАЙСЯ-КА САМА...
ЧТО - ПОЛЬЗА... А ЧТО - ВРЕД...
ПОДСКАЖУТ СВЫШЕ... -
ЧТО ЗДЕСЬ СЛЕДУЕТ... ЗА... ЧЕМ...

А ТЫ...
УЖ ВСЁ ПО СВОЕМУ СМЕШАЛА...
КОГО ТЕПЕРЬ ВИНИТЬ В ПОТОКЕ БЕД...
А МОЖЕТ СТОИТ ИНОГДА...
НЕ РАССТАВЛЯТЬ ПО НАЗВАННЫМ  МЕСТАМ -
ТУДА ТО  - НЕТ.... ТУДА ТО - ДА...
А СЛЕД К НАЧАЛУ ИЗ НАЧАЛ... ВЕРНУТЬСЯ НАМ ...

ВСЁ  ЦЕЛОЕ... ОНО - ЯВЛЯЯСЬ
ЛИШЬ ПО ВИДУ ВНЕШНЕМУ - ОДНО...
ИМЕЕТ... ПОЛОВИНКИ ДВЕ
И...В КАЖДОЙ НЕПОХОЖУЮ СРЕДУ...
В НИХ СВЕТ И ТЕНЬ СПЛЕТАЯСЬ ВОЕДИНО
ЕСТЬ - ПИЩА ОСТРАЯ ПЫТЛИВОМУ УМУ...

АХ...ЭТОТ БАЛ ПОЛЯРНОСТИ ЧАСТИЦ
КОТОРЫЕ... ТВОРЕЦ НАМ ДАРОВАЛ... -
БЕЗУМНОЙ ХРАБРОСТИ ИСПОЛНЕНЫ ВНУТРИ
ОНИ... СРАЖАЮТ КРАСОТОЮ ВНЕШНИХ ЛИЦ...
СТРАСТЬ ВПИТЫВАЯ...СТРАСТЬЮ ОТРАЖАЮТ...
И... ЗАМИРАЮТ В ОЖИДАНИИ ПОХВАЛ...
ВНИКАЯ В СУТЬ...- НЕ ДАННУЮ ДРУГИМ...

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       ПИТЕРКА      14-15.04.2025 Тель-Авив

"Alchemy of Souls"
Piterka Badmaeva Olga

ALCHEMY OF THE SOUL… — SHE
DOESN’T SPEAK OFTEN, WHEN SHE AWAKES
ALTHOUGH… THE MIXING OF FEELINGS IN HER MAY BOIL OVER…
STIRRING UP EVERYTHING, EVEN WHAT HAS SETTLED AT THE BOTTOM…
BUT AS FOR THE MAIN THING… — SHE REMAINS SILENT.

LIKE: GUESS IT YOURSELF…
WHAT’S USEFUL… AND WHAT’S HARMFUL…
IT WILL BE HINTED FROM ABOVE —
WHAT SHOULD FOLLOW WHAT.

AND YOU…
HAVE ALREADY MIXED EVERYTHING IN YOUR OWN WAY…
WHO TO BLAME NOW FOR THE STREAM OF TROUBLES…
AND MAYBE SOMETIMES IT’S BETTER…
NOT TO PUT EVERYTHING INTO ITS NAMED PLACES —
HERE — NO… THERE — YES…
BUT TO FOLLOW BACK TO THE BEGINNING OF BEGINNINGS…

THE WHOLE… APPEARING
ONLY OUTWARDLY AS ONE…
HAS TWO HALVES…
AND IN EACH — A DIFFERENT ENVIRONMENT…
IN THEM, LIGHT AND SHADOW INTERTWINED TOGETHER
BECOME A SHARP FOOD FOR THE INQUISITIVE MIND…

OH… THIS BALL OF PARTICLE POLARITY
THAT THE CREATOR HAS GIFTED TO US… —
FILLED WITH CRAZY COURAGE INSIDE
THEY… DAZZLE WITH THE BEAUTY OF OUTER FACES…
ABSORBING PASSION… REFLECTING WITH PASSION…

PEERING INTO ESSENCE… — UNGIVEN TO OTHERS…

    * * *    translation by Guru.I
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Alchemy of Souls
by Piterka, for Guru.I
(Poetic translation by Guru.I — from heart to heart)
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Alchemy of the soul... she is
A silent flame that rarely speaks —
Though feelings boil in her abyss,
And stir the silt from shadowed deeps.

But when it comes to what is true,
She holds her breath — and lets you guess:
What may be harm… what may be cure…
The sky above decides the rest.

And you — you mixed the brew alone…
Now who will blame the troubled stream?
Perhaps it’s time to not control
What should or shouldn’t truly mean…

Perhaps we need, from line to line,
Not rules, but rhythm…
Not a “yes” or “no,”
But steps that lead us back in time —
To where beginnings softly glow…

The whole appears to be but one —
Yet two its mirrored worlds contain:
Each side with different light and tone,
Each side — its own alchemic flame.

Within — a woven dark and bright,
A feast for minds that dare to seek…
Oh, particles of polar light!
The gift of God, the brave, the weak…

They burn with faces fierce and fair,
They drink in passion, breathe it back,
They tremble, waiting for the stare
That sees beneath — what others lack.
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15.04.2025
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The Pearl of Soul Alchemy   01.06.2025, Tel Aviv
POETIC TRANSLATION
(translation by Guru.I — from heart to heart)

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Alchemy of soul... she rarely speaks aloud —
Though boiling tides of feeling stir inside.
They lift what's sunk and long forgotten — proud —
Then suddenly... she chooses to stay quiet.

“Guess it yourself,” — she says, —
“What’s poison... and what’s cure?”
The higher whispers guide
The order of the lore.

But you... have mixed your own elixir — bold,
Now who shall bear the blame for storms that poured?
And maybe, sometimes, it is wise
Not to divide things by declared reward —
“That — no. And that — allow.”
Perhaps the thread back to first light is found…

All wholeness — though it wears a single face —
Holds halves inside that breathe in different space.
In each — a world unlike the other’s bloom,
Where light and shadow braid a common room
And feed the seeker’s sharp and burning mind
With paradoxes tenderly entwined.

Ah… this ball of opposites and sparks
Bestowed by the Creator to our hands —
They carry madness and the brave heart’s mark,
Their beauty seizes thought with no commands.
They drink in passion, shine it back anew,
Then dive into the depths no others knew.

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01.06.2025, Tel Aviv