DARIUSZ BERESKI
TO MALGORZATA
I'll enter the state of death calmly with no pain, merging with The Great Mind, Emptiness, the God of Christians and Jews and Muslims or with The Ocean and I'll stand again on its shore, speechless with delight over its endless infinity.
I'll enter the state of death calmly with no pain, merging with The Great Mind, Emptiness, the God of Christians and Jews and Muslims or with The Ocean and I'll stand again on its shore, speechless with delight over its endless infinity.
Malgorzata
Braunek
on
transparent
fragile
sapphire
a tear
drop fell
it
dissolved the violet of clouds
the oceans
consumed the rainbows
turned the
colours of foams
into the
cashmere blues
words
remained in minds
and their
echo travels
to the
feet of The Woken
you gave
your heart
to the
atoms of good stars
you abut
with no emptiness
endlessness
swaddled your soul
you've
become the essence of Dharma
on the
transparent
fragile
sapphire
a tear
drop fell...
THE LIBRARY OF
BIRMINGHAM
THANK YOU FRANCINE
HOUBEN
on Broad Street
the light
of the rainbow circles
weaves a
gold and copper cobweb
on piled
up cuboids
the
intertwined circles frozen
like
sculptured lovers in the act
on the
volumes semi-shadows
of
incomplete brief thoughts
long dialogues
great and
small improvisations
Joyce's
fervent streams of consciousness
under a
wax glance
in the
corridors of the tenth floor
Shakespeare's
death mask
is
reflected in parabolic mirrors
of the
round interiors
the
viewpoint of interpersonal spaces
I stand
humbly once again
facing the
horizon
which
transcends me
...the
horizontal place …
I close
the last page of my notebook
I look at
the city and the sky
it speaks
to me imperceptibly
Birmingham 06.2014r.
Birmingham 06.2014r.
REMINISCENCES
figurative
stuccos
are silent
only during the day
the
manganese black
of lively
eyes
compassionately
looks out for
the
forgotten sources
of absent
waves
of dried
up traces
of once
meandering
blue
rivers
stucco
hearts
frozen in
gestures of disobedience
beat only
during the night...
listen...
a
kettledrum beats a dull
monotonous
rhythm
the pagan
spirits of the primeval
goddess of
love, Milda,
mutter
incomprehensible words
of ancient
prayers...
the army
of two thousand
stucco
figures
leaves
baroque chapels at night
in a crystal
boat
they sail
in search
of a
sunken altar...
in a
basilica with a transept
the
whisper of elation
like an
echo of
St Peter
and St Paul's
valediction
returns
dully
from an
empty presbytery...
listen...
a
kettledrum beats a dull
monotonous
rhythm
the pagan
spirits of the primeval
goddess of
love, Milda,
mutter
incomprehensible words
of ancient
prayers...
Vilnius/Lithuania/ September
2014
MAYA
a journey into a touch of eternity
of
immeasurable laws
and
unfathomable mysteries
a journey
where the abyss sways
where blue
traces of a nebula
are a
tangible illusion
and the
river's current clear ...
Maya
mirrors the rainbow
of a multi
colour river
sharing
the glitter
and
immensity of sweet drops
absorbing
consciousness
of the
living beings...
younger
sisters Maymakan
and Judoma
long for
the breath
of the Jugjur mountains
similarly
as you long
for the
swiftness of a moist breeze
and the
smell of a larch taiga
since it
soothes every pain...
when a
tear runs down a rock
and falls
into the river
it becomes
the river
carves in
granite
its own
paths
that
become eternal
we remain
in the absolute
Maya is
the journey
of our
fate
do not
hesitate...
Dariusz
Bereski
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