Descending

At the lowest point

below the ground level

below the sea level

below the lava level

in the middle of the magma area

in the mantle of bursting ideas

firm core of absolute sooth

enters my cloud of vague cognition

to lull me with mild waves of carelessness

openness, intricacy, and bliss

in a mystic, profound way dripping

soul food droplets of ecstasy rain

calming everything to a green fine

leafy youth of everfresh essences

reborn from the mythical joy of rejuvenation

in eons of preserved prerogatives

in the permafrost of snowy legends

in snowflake crystals of ancient blizzards

in dense clouds of rhapsody whiteness

in a chicory blue sky of endlessness

below, below, below… below my readiness

to flow like a river of constant existence

to meander like a free-falling

petal on a windless day

falling, falling, falling like a waterfall

of miriads of comets and

black magic velvety sky

in gloves of infinite tenderness

playing waltz on a chessboard of decisions

and covering everything with a mist

in rainbow colors, descended from

resonant lotus flower of truth

Challenging The Source

I didn't want to compete

just to complete my task

not asking for a rhyme

but it came at a time

primarily I added a metaphor

sometimes my own conclusion

that this world might be vague

and probably is an illusion

I do not fight for some prize

nor for my rights anywhere

I just fantasize nicely

primarily trying to find

divine essences hidden in mind

winding up brilliances

that somewhere reside

within everything, but deeper

reading some inner signs and insights

I write as it comes from the air

dropping and dripping hopes

like mild, clear water drops

at first to fill the core

and my thirst for the divine

my soul then needs more

and no other pressure is done

and I write and write on

and on, my beautiful brother

and all the pleasure is mine

and inspiration, and fun

so in that relation, ever

I never want to compete

just to complete my task

don't ask me for more, boy

for I am not anyone's toy

I just wish to drink that joy

from the most soothing store

tight and neat, this knot of words

I very precisely and neatly knit

and fit, and at the end, you may note

that sometimes I can shout out loud

my excellent, omnipotent Lord

You probably might be proud!

O, Humanity

O, humanity, rise up in the light of consciousness

elevate your spirit and understanding,

stop craving for material urge,

that is an illusion that tempts us.

Our souls are wonderful,

let them sing a song of eternity:

please hear their voices,

let everyone follow his or hers

eternal soul in a true beauty

of blissful harmony of ease.

Like a gentle wave of twinkling shine

ethereal fineness occupies auras

surrounding our spiritual essence.

Let beauty of a higer order

rule our lives and existence,

because there is no suffering and despair.

O, humanity, let everyone be enlightened,

healed, pacified, and soothed,

because healing is truly needed

on a planetary and cosmic level.

Let’s join one simple collective prayer

or meditation – peace and joy and harmony;

let’s live divine lives, where no harm is done.

O, humanity, please rise high

in the brilliant light of consciousness.