By The Light

Against ocean waves
My senses hold eroded canyons
On a nine-mile-high cliff today I see You
From different scenes all in sync
Where inspiration is under construction

Where I keep afloat the universe
Where boat never sinks boat
Where tasting sweet air and fear of heights
Footsteps explore drop-offs

Only from dark coal tunnels
White diamonds come
But only by the Light
They are recognized





The Released Arrow

seagulls in water—
winter explosions—
like windmills
they leap to catch the frogs

with my tattered garments
and soleless shoes
i roam
through crushed down bells

and drag the incarnation of thirst
to the restless mouth of a river—
where the salty
and fresh water shores meet

an eagle quietly soars
like a miracle between lighthouses—
immaculate feathers
still ignore the wings

i squint
like an invitation for war
and bow down
to the released arrow





Forgiveness

while we are busy
looking
at ourselves
shooting stars fall

wearing enemy armor
hunger itself
strides
with a busy muzzle

as waterfalls fall
like grizzly-bear wars
canon balls rust
and swords bow down to arrows

yet even the strength
of forgiveness
does not ease
the loss

and here it is—our homeland
running through us
antlers first
like an injured gazelle





The Infinity Of Beginning

The fog dew
is the reflection of my glance.
Tears are already
my second life . . .

Yet I still fear
to live a life
that has already lived
in the eyes of the future.

In defense chasing nature
is a victory of delusion—
Floating feathers of a hymn
are footsteps to the voice.

The choir on a dewy folded leaf—
I wither at once
and vanish
in the immortality of the finish line . . .





A Kiss

The chased wave
becomes my bait—
I shut my eyes with larks.

When I blow the larks away
an iceberg
gets carved.

Sitting on nails
that rip up the covered cross
I pause on a white stain.

When I turn around
the rain soaks through.
My last breath is a kiss.





The Flame Of The Time

The scars are opened
to smell the wounds.
The stain—on wood.
The lumps—in light.

Limping through the fire of visions
it is too late to change the laws.
It is too soon to awaken destiny.
Grace slips by evolving into a crown.

Surprising rise of uncountable force
seeks angelic loyalty.
Quieting predators' fury is like passing
through a throbbing gangrene.

Unimaginable is the pain,
the flame of time.
Unexplainable is the healing.
Unanswerable is the judgment.





The Fence

I can explain everything
only
if there are no questions . . .

My acacia grows up.
With sharp branches
getting into my eyes
now I can cry along with wind
and forgive my fright.

No fence can hold a butterfly.
But under a chewed up swing—
a spayed dog . . .





In The Distance

In the distance
trains
like moving fresco walls
pass desolate ranches,
palaces and huts.

In the distance
a journey continues
until the miserable road
with a faded yellow line in the middle
ends by a cliff.

In the distance
feeble freedom begs for a reasonable mind,
and I recognize perfection
both in spoiled beauty
and rugged plainness of eternity.

In the distance
I yoke with mortality
while its winter acres
witness summer life
gouged like a seedless apple.

In the distance
through the soaked smells
I touch a close-up of faith
that starves self-exaltation
with pain-fertilized paralyzed life.

In the distance
an ocean is a deep thirst,
and waves like salted onion layers
get peeled one by one
making me more and more thirsty.





Inside Out

gravity does not rest
yet you still carry me
on your back

with the last tangled nerve
the ultimate spheres—
the eyes
like melted honeycombs
reach a dead end
and the womb is left homeless

my last moment is the memory of you
when finally my eyes turn inside out
and i catch infinity





Return Our Hearing Eyes

In debt to anemic senses
huge signature of legend archives
is left behind.

Heavy castles cannot hear—
our orchard stopped growing
and we leave.

Barren blossoms
grew tired from closing
and opening false hope.

Instead of insects wearing the smell of blossoms,
now the pressure and volume of the scent
is on us.

And many of us simply long for joys
without the truth—
making life vulnerable to an invasion.

Dissecting beauty and peace
creates
counterfeit righteousness.

Return our hearing eyes,
so we could distract bandaged bombs
incapable of creating splendor.

War does not care
how beautiful
we are!





Not Yet

As you walk
as you pass
there is no romance
or balance in the voices
just a chilly laughter
Do not mix with the crowds yet—
The spirit has not
changed them

As you walk
as you pass
you defend all the defeated
and defenseless fears
but gold still refuses to be sifted
Do not blossom yet—
All the shovels are looking
for you

As you walk
as you pass
there is a helmet on each crown
and life seems like an illusion
that can never be conceived by you
Do not open your eyes yet—
The cages are still bigger
than the land





Love

Love is never alone
Love is always crowded
Love is the shared self

We cannot own our love
And we cannot teach our love

The longest breath of love
is the shortest distance to heaven

The deepest life is love
The deepest love is an embrace

Love is not rest
Love is peace
Love is the purpose