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Praise of poem

The poem is an offering on the shrine

of a god

It is the pure faith of my soul,

The poem is amrita, is the nectar.

It is the white sound of waves.

The poem is the snow and the clear

sky,

It is the sacred face I’m praying.

The poem is a petal of lotus or liliac

It is the willow weeping near the lake.

The poem is the child at sunrise

Who delicate is offering you a flower,The poem is the grandmother looking

at sunset,

Poem is the remembrance of those who

are gone.

Humble wanderer

Humble wanderer, on the path of your

life

You are facing useless stormsIt’s given to you laughter and grief

Your peace is much too far.

You, lonely at time of sunset,

Are praying in the grey ruins,

You’re watching the mountains and

looking to sea

And to a bundle of squashed flowers.

You, restless wanderer

On the way of love and pain,

Are becoming the wise spectator

Gone to the valleys of silence.

Behind you the willow will weep,

In its shadow you have often dreamed,

Only its heart will break

Knowing you are for ever gone.

Karma

Through the whispers of silence

Is straining toward abyssIn the black night a pilgrim

Who is captured in dreams.

The way is leading him to illusions

And dense shadows, smog and fog

Are giving him only pain;

Teardrops are falling down his face.

In vain he’s searching for his loveBecause silent remain his shout

Everything is only deceiving

And lost is his soul.

What bad karma from other spheres

Has destinated him to wander?

With what sin in other ages

Against whom has he mistaken?

But he is stepping forwardAnd will dissolve in nothingness,

From this world he is separated

Only by one illusion: to love.

Wanderer

I’m a wanderer through the desert of

life

Searching for the sense of my existenceIn the heavy clouds, in the grey fog

In the black shadows, in dust of stars.

I’m the green drop from the waves

A teardrop in the deep sea

Much too far am I from shores

I’m getting lost in the endless horizon.

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I’m a pilgrim through the night

Hoping to find a soul;

Through the whispers of silence

You remain a dream, a chimera.

And time is dripping, time is passingJust I’m remaining the eternal cliff

Forgotten in the cold eternity

In the deep loneliness.

Oh, you non-existing love

Sinking me in illusions,

Why am I not insensible

To the hallucinations of heart?

I’m the sailor through the storm

In my boat there’s a heavy burden,

When lightning will cover the sky

My little boat will vanish.

Faith

Gods? Gods are not my friends

Because all those who have sworn on

godsHave cheated me.

The master? I’m not frightened of this

beast

Because also this is destinated to

vanish.

To bow? I can’t because I’m fair

And I’m not dragging like worms on

earth

And to divide myself in twoIs baseness and in vain.

Or the fight? What need for me

To defeat someone else?

Is not on this earth the life

The most holy thing?

Hatred, envy and revenge

Cold hearts, bitter words

I don’t touch them, they can’t hurt me

On their path I’m never walking.

The whip? Oh, this one I have lost

In a deep, forgotten wood;

Toward love if I could

I would lead this mankind.

Prediction

You will see black shadows

Which will stay in your way,

You will hear gloomy words,

Gods will threaten you.

You just walk forward,

Don’t be afraid of scourgesDon’t watch the hideous death

You will be every time saved.

Because your heart is a shrine

Built of love

In your soul is planted the gift

To reconcile the whole nature.

If the ocean will overflow

And all the mountains will meltYou will find the haven,

The soul will not vanish.

If the wood will be burned

Ash and dust all around

And the enemies from elsewhere

Will destine torment and pain,

Never bow your proud foreheadAnd don’t let your eyes down;

Believe in sunrise and believe in life

Saving is destinated for you

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Indian engraving

In the old temple with broken marmor

Are glimmering the Hindu statues

With alive eyes they are looking far

away

Over the gone ages.

At sunrise, at evening time

Murmur of prayers is sounding,

Old Brahman are meeting again

And rising hymns to the sun.

Their clothes whitened by centuries

Are a divine sign of purity,

They are still singing and bringingremedies

But karma is fatality.

“Stop Indra your rage,

Don’t set anymore the storm free,

Restrain your thousand flashes of

lightning

And turn them into a wreath.

On the Ganges River lotus are stillguarding

The yogi’s entered in immortality

And the wheel of life is following

It’s destiny for love.

Come back

Come back, come back, don’t take this

trip againRemain here just a moment or a year

Enter, enter slowly in the garden of my

soul

Where lights of love are shining

tenuous and clear.

Enter, enter, you gracious sweetness of

my heart

And rest there in the shadow of my

longing,

I will offer , offer you all my kisses

Remain here in the moonlight of this

night.

Sing me, sing me the most beautiful

love-songs

Just like a bird living in the forest,

Let you head in silence on my lap

Listen to the echo sound of sea.

Give up, give up, my friend, that far

wanderingIn the breeze of your shining eyes

enshroud my spirit,

Let for others the daily rust and noise

and toil.

Fill my life with your existence.

A sand-grain

I’m only a sand-grain in this far

universe,My company are the stars and their

echo,

Like a pilgrim I’m walking through the

times

And searching for the path of love in

unlimited distances.

I’m only a spectator at the show of this

worldJust like a humble leave when cold rain

is falling down,

I’, only the green drop hidden in the

deep sea,

I’m the fog over mountains in a spring

morning.

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The call of longing am I and only the

play of flute,

A rock, a grey shadow, a wanderer

without goal,

What all I am, one thing I’m not – the

love of your life,

Even if I were the whole creation, itstill would be in vain.

The song

(an adaptation of some verses from

Tagore’s Gitanjali)

Never till now in this green space

Could be heard the song I was trying to

sing,

Only the pain of wish was burning inevery dream

Which the night kind-hearted was

weaving for me.

In vain I try to be the goldsmith of

words

And to create the form of poems,

Sad I’m covering my face and I’m

crying

Because the songs of all others areresounding.

And so, I’m continuing my journey

Till the end of all times

Hoping for that little magic word

Which have to accompany songs and

love.

xxx

I’m only the limited in this unlimited

universe,

You are only the echo of the unlimited

universe in the limited ego,

I’m only a shadow wandering through

times,

You are only the shadow of one of my

steps through the time….

xxxx

October 2003

What is love

What is love?

A foolish attachment

Or a temptation,

Wasted energy,

an illusion, a splitter

From the gift of gods

Which is useless?

What is love?

A bit of a dream,

is it a faith

Or an undying candle

Which is glittering from the abyss;

Incomprehensible whispers

Straining through the night?

What is love?

A restless pilgrimOr an error,

A creating goddess

Wandering through the infinite,

Or is it a pain?

Love is silence.

Ways out

October 2003

When sadness is surrounding you

Take the old paint-brush

Dip it in the blue sea

Dip it in the bright green

In the flowers which are still blooming

Dip it in the yellow light.

Paint in colours this your poem.

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When longing is overwhelming you

Feel the wild stormy wind

Which is driving the clouds away,

Shadows through the sunset,

Look, they are melting in the lake,

Watch the moonlight shining

So slow into your heart.

When silence is embracing you

Think, the eternity is saluting,

Think, your way is still guiding you

far,

Think on the starry night,

On the highest power

Which is enshrouding your feelings

And is filling your heart with love.

Absurdity

October 2003

Why are you trying to catch

The blowing of the wind

The rustle of the fields

The smell of daybreak

The veil of the clouds?

Why are you stretching your handAfter the lost time

After the silent longing

After the useless thought

Which is only a broken vase?

Why did you stop

In the doorway of light

Before a foreign gate?

You know that no one nowhereWill give you an answer.

Why didn’t you run away

From your own dreaming,

Eternal mistake

A hurrying illusion

destinated to vanish.

Never loose

2003

Never loose the way

in the dry sand of habit,

who knows

when the chain will loosenand your boat,

like the last glimmer

of the sinking sun,

will disappear in the night.

Abstract evening

The shadows of twilight

are enveloping my thoughts,are whispering to my soul,

are creeping like the silence

into my heart.

Colours that have become sounds,

I’m knitting them in poems,

I’m strewing them on flowers,

I hear them shouting

in the storm of my longing.

The rumble of dark sea-waters

is plunging me into oblivion,

let the hopes navigate,

is leading y boat always forward

under the moonshine.

The silence of deep eternities

is remembering me about wandering,

is following my steps,accompanies my life,

is indicating me the existence.

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Cliff

1998

I am the cliff and you the wave

From the deepness, from the sea

You climb up the emptiness to me,

I’m the slope, you are the spring

Slowly to me are you springing downWhispering your water-songs,

I’m the mountain, you’re the fog

At the mildest breeze of wind

you, my fog, you’ll disappear,

I’m a dream but you’re a shadow

And for ever distant we

Will remain, two foreign wanderers.

The candle

2002

I’m only a candle in that dark corner,

Only a narrow light in the hided place

of night

Flickering is burning that soul of fire in

the evening of a dream

And is searching for your eyes in the

silence of this space;

One day will extinguish this candle,this light

Never again will it light your eyes,

your face.

Than you will be lost for ever, only a

shadow, only a fragment

I will be the smoke of the little candle,

floating forward through the storm!

Too much 1982

Too much water, too much heat,

too much frost, too much jokes

too much pain, too much hate,

abundance and plenty too.

Too much richness, too much poverty

and the man who any work doesn’t do

and the man who only is speaking

seems to be a vagrant too much too.

Too much noise and too much silence

too much dust on our shoes

too much proud also too much envytoo much for eternity.

Little peace and little love

but too much exaggeration,

Only the ego and only the money

Are ruling too much in the world!

The sea

1979It was morning and I was standing

at the seaside

the sun was shining so warm

the blue waves become white,

the air was weaving from water and

light

the green veil of life;

but at a moment a wave was breaking

near a cliff

somewhere, far, in the middle of theveil

has broken an arrow from the sun

and the veil of life has torn!

A temple

October 2003

My heart is just a temple

Where you are living as only god

You’re giving me happiness, giving me pain

So give also peace to my soul.

Yesterday my path seemed to be so

long

Lonely this way and empty

Deep the precipice, steep the slope

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Tiresome and hard the wandering.

Till I’ve found today the temple

Which is shining magnificent in the

light

There, near the far riverside,

Painted beautiful with blue of sky.

As I was watching more and more

I’ve felt the warmth so near,

I knew it was built in the heart,

That temple was every time here.

Only to open I had the door,

To pass over the doorway,

But I never did it before,Was lost between night and day.

Now you are accompanying forever

My wandering through the time,

You are near me in every place

And are guiding me through eternity.

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