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Рецензия на «Объясни сны, стекающие мне в огне-ладони» (Olen)
Explain, please,
my dreams,
flowing down into my flaming palms,
channel of which sparks not lines of life,
but of eternity lines..
Of time rapid stream
I am not frightened...
but it spins flame of wind,
it destroyes stabilization
in motionless awareness
of indivisibility of self transformation...
Stability of movement -
is it revelation?
Explain, please,
the days, and better also the nights,
When in transparency... you're de-energized,
and in echoing empty vessel - splashing remnants of a soul ...
Say, please:
Who am I? when light is inside concentrates before explosion...
Before failure
to your nirvana...
But it's early... it still too early....
And wounds
of space were tightened by a funnel of hearts,
And it doesn't have end...
when any protection
was stitched
by white thread... and angels yet haven't mended it, they didn't have time ...
Blizzards...
inside and outside,
thoughts are in flame...
But my soul has got strange gills and fibers:
it inhales the stars... exhales the free verses...
Бабка Ежка 18.03.2024 12:21 • Заявить о нарушении
Explain, please,
my dreams,
flowing down into my flaming palms,
channel of which sparks not lines of life,
but of eternity lines..
Of time rapid stream
I am not frightened...
but it spins flame of wind,
it destroyes stabilization
in motionless awareness
of indivisibility of self transformation...
Stability of movement -
is it revelation?
Explain, please,
the days, and better also the nights,
When in transparency... you're de-energized,
and in echoing empty vessel - splashing remnants of a soul ...
Say, please:
Who am I? when light is inside concentrates before explosion...
Before failure
to your nirvana...
But it's early... it still too early....
And wounds
of space were tightened by a funnel of hearts,
And it doesn't have end...
when any protection
was stitched
by white thread... and angels yet haven't mended it, they didn't have time ...
Blizzards...
inside and outside,
thoughts are in flame...
But my soul has got strange gills and fibers:
it inhales the stars... exhales the free verses...
Бабка Ежка 18.03.2024 12:21 • Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Объясни сны, стекающие мне в огне-ладони» (Olen)
Explain dreams flowing into my palm-fire...
Explain, please,
my dreams,
flowing down into my flaming palms, channel of which sparks not lines of life, but lines of eternity...
Of time rapid stream
I am not frightened... but
it's spin flame of wind
it destroyes stabilization in motionless awareness of indivisibility of self
transformation...
Stability of movement -
it's revelation?
Explain, please
the days, and better also the nights,
When by transparency... you're de-energized,
and in the echoing empty vessel - splashing remnants of the soul ...
Say,
Who I, when light inside concentrates before explosion...
Before failure
In нирвану...
But early... Still too early....
And wounds
of space were tightened by a funnel of heart,
And this does not have the end...
when any protection
was stitched
by white thread... and angels yet haven't mended it, did not have of time ...
Blizzards...
inside and outside,
thoughts - in the flame ...
But my soul has got the strange gills and fibers....
it inhales the stars... exhales the free verses... :)
Луиза Алиса 25.10.2020 07:33 • Заявить о нарушении
Explain dreams flowing into my palm-fire...
Explain, please,
my dreams,
flowing down into my flaming palms, channel of which sparks not lines of life, but lines of eternity...
Of time rapid stream
I am not frightened... but
it's spin flame of wind
it destroyes stabilization in motionless awareness of indivisibility of self
transformation...
Stability of movement -
it's revelation?
Explain, please
the days, and better also the nights,
When by transparency... you're de-energized,
and in the echoing empty vessel - splashing remnants of the soul ...
Say,
Who I, when light inside concentrates before explosion...
Before failure
In нирвану...
But early... Still too early....
And wounds
of space were tightened by a funnel of heart,
And this does not have the end...
when any protection
was stitched
by white thread... and angels yet haven't mended it, did not have of time ...
Blizzards...
inside and outside,
thoughts - in the flame ...
But my soul has got the strange gills and fibers....
it inhales the stars... exhales the free verses... :)
Луиза Алиса 25.10.2020 07:33 • Заявить о нарушении
Explain, please,
my dreams,
flowing down into my flaming palms,
channel of which sparks not lines of life,
but of eternity lines..
Of time rapid stream
I am not frightened...
but it spin flame of wind
it destroyes stabilization
in motionless awareness
of indivisibility of self transformation...
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 10:57 Заявить о нарушении
my dreams,
flowing down into my flaming palms,
channel of which sparks not lines of life,
but of eternity lines..
Of time rapid stream
I am not frightened...
but it spin flame of wind
it destroyes stabilization
in motionless awareness
of indivisibility of self transformation...
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 10:57 Заявить о нарушении
Stability of movement -
is it revelation?
Explain, please
the days, and better also the nights,
When by transparency... you're de-energized,
and in the echoing empty vessel - splashing remnants of the soul ...
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 11:01 Заявить о нарушении
is it revelation?
Explain, please
the days, and better also the nights,
When by transparency... you're de-energized,
and in the echoing empty vessel - splashing remnants of the soul ...
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 11:01 Заявить о нарушении
Say,
Who am I, when light inside concentrates before explosion...
Before failure
in nirvana...
But early... it still too early....
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 11:07 Заявить о нарушении
Who am I, when light inside concentrates before explosion...
Before failure
in nirvana...
But early... it still too early....
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 11:07 Заявить о нарушении
And wounds
of space were tightened by a funnel of heart,
And this does not have the end...
when any protection
was stitched
by white thread... and angels yet haven't mended it, did not have of time ...
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 11:14 Заявить о нарушении
of space were tightened by a funnel of heart,
And this does not have the end...
when any protection
was stitched
by white thread... and angels yet haven't mended it, did not have of time ...
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 11:14 Заявить о нарушении
Blizzards...
inside and outside,
thoughts - in the flame ...
But my soul has got the strange gills and fibers....
it inhales the stars... exhales the free verses... :)
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 11:18 Заявить о нарушении
inside and outside,
thoughts - in the flame ...
But my soul has got the strange gills and fibers....
it inhales the stars... exhales the free verses... :)
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 11:18 Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Объясни сны, стекающие мне в огне-ладони» (Olen)
http://www.stihi.ru/2015/07/25/2619
Explain, please,
my dreams,
flowing down into my flaming palms, channel of which sparks not lines of life, but lines of eternity...
Of time rapid stream
I am not frightened... but
it's spin flame of wind
it destroyes stabilization in motionless awareness of indivisibility of self
transformation... :)
Миледи Ольга Переводы 25.07.2015 10:01 • Заявить о нарушении
http://www.stihi.ru/2015/07/25/2619
Explain, please,
my dreams,
flowing down into my flaming palms, channel of which sparks not lines of life, but lines of eternity...
Of time rapid stream
I am not frightened... but
it's spin flame of wind
it destroyes stabilization in motionless awareness of indivisibility of self
transformation... :)
Миледи Ольга Переводы 25.07.2015 10:01 • Заявить о нарушении