Where the river changes the current,
and changes the paths,
changes the strength
and turns the depth into breathing sky
fallen
slowly gently violently silently
back to abyss -
cry of birth of soul
and Shiva's whisper in fire.
Where the flesh and spirit -
dancing petals of flame,
where eyes can see
if only becoming blind,
blooming heart will burn
like a flower-sparkle of pain
on the firewood
of hope to regain your mind.
Varanasi
© Copyright: Елена Сельченок, 2026
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