Syllable without a name is dust

SYLLABLE WITHOUT A NAME – DUST

            In this is love, not that we loved God, 
            but that He loved us and sent His Son 
            as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 
            1 John 4:10 


In attention, the mind is mute.
Higher the roofs of theorems.

Gratitude –
the child of Christianity...

The name of God is Love.
"Omm" is merely a mantra, where again

are waves, watts, and quanta
in space...

Syllable without a name is dust,
like snowflakes in the snow...

Are you casting your silver
without change?

– Don’t pat my shoulder...
If I want – I'll fly away...

– Not in a dream? On a broom,
and – to the dacha?

– If not an Indian, then a Turk
will puff on the hookah there.

A ball of opium
silently offers...

Xanadu – these are dreams...
A view from the other side

of the mirror
of the attic hallway...

(...)

– In Aquarian feasts,
in Patriarch's Ponds,

Woland with a mantra –
In-omm-feast at the distribution?

In mantras, in secret syllables
he speaks in his  slang, –

to God  Word ,
while spewing on the side.