Alone on the steps...

lucastudio.photosight.ru

When history
decided to build
steps to the top
it hailed 
the heights
to which men
could rise
and rule.
To make
passage easy
they toiled hard
and left behind
only the hard
cold stone steps
with the passage 
of time.
I too am the passage
of time 
of eternity
of history
of humankind
and I stand witness
as the time
of passage draws 
near
inexorably
for every traveller.

Alone in the deep...

lucastudio.photosight.ru

Mysteries knew
I would fling at them
and so invited me
into the dark forest.
Passions led me
as I left Reason behind.
The lioness in me
devoured 
every single beast
that came in the way.
Then it started raining
mercilessly.
Drenched as I was
I had only rain
to protect me.
My pride was
nowhere to be seen.
Swim I did
with the currents
to be back in the 
open again
waiting for the Sun
to rise.

In fullness....8

Lenin1968.photosight.ru

The seed's power
is known when
it's sown.
I am now 
feeling like
the ripened fruit
that I hold -
fully grown
full of juices
waiting to give
of itself
and let
the seed
fall to the earth
and though
plucked from
the mother tree
still I retain
her essence 
in every cell of mine,
life waiting to
spring forth 
and take shape
separately.
Isn't that
beautiful -
the fullness
of beauty?

Of the world...

lenin1968.photosight.ru

My world
is not a fortress;
I made it open
and inviting
and it has its bounds
not impregnable.
Yet my space
and my time are
precious, for
flowers bloom
there.
My thoughts wander
here and there
and then come to
rest 
there.
My dreams take
shape and then
change into
a thousand more
shapes
there.
I am of the world
but not always
for the world
there.

In the nature of things...2

jovanni.photosight.ru

The design remains
hidden
to the world
and reveals itself
only to the 
discerning eye
As I perch myself
on the bank of 
the enduring mystery
of clear flow
topping 
the mired earth
covering the 
wearied rocks,
I too want to 
dive deeper 
below the dance of passions
that takes place
on top
the tangled mass
of dashed dreams
and lost hopes 

Held in thrall ...5

S_Zot.photosight.ru

I did it first
and now wonder
what drove me
into it.
I am still not out
of it
- its wonder
- beauty
and the complete
losing myself to it.
I don't want to
leave it
- just soaking into it.
Spirits united
as bodies jostled
together
with the separateness
of existence
and then there 
remained only
the spirit 
of that wonderful
union.

In the Nature of things...

krasnov.photosight.ru

When I go
to nature
I let myself
merge with it.
With the cool shade
I gain my cool
with the rough texture
of a century old bark
I become weatherbeaten
but still holding
In the strong trunk
I find my own strength
and rectitude
to lean on.
With the soft ground below
I let myself not become
a burden to myself
and when the light
begins to fade
I make peace
with the haziness inside
and most of all
I don't rush 
with or drive on 
life.
I just let myself be 
- no posturing
and no pretences.