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‘Mountains’

Grey mountains’ peaks

Topped with white snow

Peering through the clouds

Everywhere you look

So majestic in their coldness

So raw, so sharp

Untouched by the human’s hand

Untrapped within civilization’s traps

 

What is a human?

So tiny, so weak

Thrown somewhere in the middle

Of the nature’s boldness

Who does he think he is

To interfere with all creation

While being just a tiny piece

Of the great puzzle?

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‘Big Brown Eyes’

When I look into those big brown eyes

The moon descends

My spirit flies

Away towards the darkness of the skies

 

Unwillingly, I fall deep down

Into the well that holds the memories of the past

The world disappears, now all I see is brown

I’m no longer me, I’m no longer mine

 

Just when these deep dark eyes

Look back at me, surprised

I know I can trust them, they don’t need a prize

Through them I can see the soul – so clear, so nice

 

Why can’t I stop looking into your eyes

And guessing your thoughts, guessing your plans?

So strange the fate’s plan can be sometimes

I’m left holding on, trying to see the world through those big brown eyes

‘To Be’

To Be is to exist,

To feel but not be present in the human understanding,

Not to have a purpose apart from the eternal nowness.

 

To Be is to flow

With nature, with the universe,

To realize the depth of the words: ‘I am’.

 

To Be is to have no words,

To enjoy the neighbourhood but stay in remoteness,

Move freely without a particular path.

 

To Be is the beauty

Of being nobody, nowhere,

Of floating in the pure state of realization.

 

To Be is to meditate

Into the wonders of the mind’s antipodes

And to keep that state forever in the unconditional existence.

 

To Be is to acknowledge

The profound beauty of stillness and solitude

And of the silence of surroundings…

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This poem was slightly inspired by Aldous Huxley’s ‘The Doors of Perception’ and ‘Heaven and Hell’. If you haven’t read these yet, I strongly recommend it. It’s absolutely stunning! 

‘Inspiration vs. Reality’

The drunk writer, The inspired writer - (OO365...
The thought is fleeting

The mind is bigger than corpse

The passion is painful

The dive is scary

 

Yet knowledge is eye-opening

And talent requires feeding

Silence is glorious

And company can be distracting

 

Reality is unreal

It is formed by our minds

The time passes still

As we keep on loading our clocks

 

Inspiration hurts

You can only write

Your vision is blurred

There’s no peace of mind

 

The soul flees through the pen

Into the page it flies

Whether it’s midnight or day

Your choices are sliced

‘Muses come instead of sleep’

Fairy – "Take the Fair Face of Woman"...

Yesterday I was hoping for some sleep

But the muse came and took the lead.

She took me to the land of ambrosia,

Of milk and honey, sweet scents.

She filled my mind with reveries

Instead of thoughts of the day.

She took my hand with gentle grasp

And gave me a pen decorated with wild feathers.

Then one plume fell onto the ground,

The flower of fern grew on the floor

And despite the calmness of the weather

I couldn’t fall asleep any more.