The Time Is Perfect

Pablo Picasso

Your soul
Is an invisible side of a cube,
Sensing the real touch
Of your body.
This side becomes
A form in my mind,
Gaining an ideal existence.
In this frame I keep
The essence of
This special thing
Called love.

PASSING OF TIME

The passing of time through the changing pattern of our thought
Is like a fish passing water over its gills,
Or like a cosmic engine
And not unlike the stream of light passing through pictures
It is leading to our irreversible changing,
It is triggering our memories,
Those emotions that are often evoked
When hearing a piece of music from our past.

The time is perfect..
Present perfect, past perfect, future perfect...

Every time we understand more about ourselves
We are going through an invisible portal
In our awareness.
And every time we think about our awareness
We understand that our cages are within,
Created by fear and the walls we
Have built around our heart.
It is our imperfection the place where our story lives..
We pretend to be perfect, but we hurt each other and
We fail to live up to our own standards...
We are so imperfect and have so much love of ourselves..
Maybe this is why we need to create those perfect moments
For glorious memories,
Resisting the passing of time through the changing pattern of our thought...
Maybe this is why our time together is so precious...

THE POWER OF WORDS

Surround yourself with goodness.
Embrace the power of the words.
Search their deepness,
The magic that's inside,
That magic, which is nestled inside their structure
And let them to be infused with meaning.
Let the words to resound through the pure air
And breathe.
You will understand their essence and symbols
And you will be prepared
To pass through the gateway to your own inner universe.

POWER - Senryu

External power,
Internal powerlessness
At the same time.

REGRET - Senryu

Don't regret the past,
It happened for a reason.
So, just look forward.

REVELATION

An angel with a wounded wing
And drops of blood
Can be a fraction of image,
Delved into a pulsatile light,
Having a duality that absorbs everything.
The pain of that angel
Is inside of me.
I can feel it
As a touch.
The light of a burning candle
And the drops of its wax
Keep the angel's incurable sadness.
His sadness is a drop of love.
I see this angel
And I abandon my words.
I keep them enclosed in ideas
For ascesis.
I abandon my ideas and I keep them
Enclosed in my prayers
For ascesis.
I abandon my feelings
And I keep them I my soul
They are my feelings of love..
I see the wing bleeding,
I love my angel of light,
I feel the light,
That absorbs the darkness...
I'm in absorption...

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