tender storytimes

nothing is ordinary.
whenever the magic of creation
sails from a gate of grace
to the wide of daily adventuring
each small discovery is a treasure.
and the dearest harbors are weaved
of our ancient shades
and a misted longing
to witness nature’s melody.
to map the soul of being

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(art by Valery Artamonov)

ты здесь

…и
вдохнув акварельное небо
собирать все литании
все осколки летних городов
там, где беcконечность
и сине-солёное море
отражает всю нежность тихих
снов

даже тех, где остались
только полустёртые графики
ранних поездов
но где так уютно молчать
не нуждаясь в лишней явности
слов

vesper

whenever i dive
to honor the summer
of your underwater gardens
twelve petals of lotus
drift on the sea surface
close to the shore
of a slow lantern moon
where you spoke
of how the heart glorifies
a windworn path

a tea-blue hour emerges
from a dusky fragment

you are every star

canvas of light

soft sundew is an ache,
yet also a relief,
a willow stirring
at the sight of early birds
along the lotus diary.

silver of small horizons,
sacred to the vision
of a cloud’s realm,
warmed with a prayer
tenderly as summer

(art by Veneta Docheva)

(from a diary)

it’s often
for the chiming
of a silver hour
a star is falling
to be risen in a field
that echoes sea

it’s often
for no reason
when a straying
floats the grail
of timelessness

a freedom is a heart
that knows no logic
but the ardor
of sky wings

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(art by Dirk Wüstenhagen)

consentement

how in the gathering
of rose and wind,
so lightly dew-rushed and immediate,
the seventh sense is summering
a wakeful wisdom to a heartbeat
of a dream

even before
soft fireflies appear

in the open

with every zephyr whisper
the teasel’s wistful whimsy
glows a delicate strength

with every drifting notion
of how to shelter a mystery
the field sanctifies breath

homecoming is in the sway
of listening

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(art by Robert Bissell)

dedans

le calme
qui révèle le monde
ne s’estompe pas
mais miroite
à travers un champ
d’herbe douce,
des nuages libres,
des fleurs cachées

le calme
qui révèle le monde
est rempli de tendresse

(image: Dirk Wüstenhagen)