The deepest grief, the greatest happiness the most beautiful feeling, the most painful one (the time of most growth, the time of most decay) the greatest illuminating truth, the deadliest darkening lie Lie inside the silence the walls of our fears (a silence in life, a silence in death) a sounding silence of the eternal
There will be a time Of no time A too late time For being sorry. (Speak now or silence will erase all wounds! No scars, no leaves, no flowers!) Sometimes you need to bleed it all out, To carve deep into the skin To peel it off from the world, the old times world.
Poetry comes and takes possession of your mind, your words, your vision… sometimes of your whole life. She takes everything because she gives everything. She has her rights. This new book, still in the process of pre-printing, called Memories, went through many changes. Who knows, it might be a natural, like the natural change of
Only she knows This sadness (Always hidden in hindrance) this quest for joy (a distance between us) always painful and wise (an always that stays in our eyes.) Can we survive the sadness of this world? (Only she knows, the Mother.) Image source: http://www.roerich.org/museum-paintings-catalogue.php
Worlds of Words 