How to Make Words from the Letters of Emotions?
How to form words from the letters of emotion?
How to show that the heart longs to live?
How to measure the immeasurable, no proportion,
How to bare one’s soul in turmoil?
Where to go when the roads are washed away,
Where to hurry to when no one waits,
When poems are already half‑forgotten,
And the ice before your eyes won’t melt…
How to tell the day that it was made for storms,
How to prove that the forest needs rain, there is no rest in the sky,
And that in the light of day falsehood is often hidden…
Originally published in Russian: Enmerkar.com
Loneliness is both a blessing and a curse from Heaven!
Listen, and you will hear the Music of harmony and eternal purity. Not with air – but with Love in it, you breathe, dissolving in it, you will become yourself. Peace brings and the joy of understanding; I see clearly, and understanding the Path… while it sounds, Knowledge comes to you. With it is an easy Path, and you want to go. And beautiful sonnets will form themselves from scattered emotions-letters. And suddenly answers to questions will be found… listen! And you will be surprised!
I was following you, Sun,
And thought that life is simple,
And thought that waiting is hard,
And that being alone is impossible.
The stars looked in the window at me,
The river spread like silver,
I heard the spirit of the century …
He sang in my hair.
I sent my mind a prayer to the Sun,
His rays caressed my body,
And we merged into one,
And our connection was strong.
At night, there was a starry wind,
I forgot my mind,
I watched how bright stars
Were born at the bottom of lakes.
My soul sang pure,
And the voice echoed without falseness
And I felt Power within me!
It is called Happiness.
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For the sake of white-white snow,
For the sake of a clear clean day
I was born, rose, and sang
My unutterable joy…
How to live when there is only darkness and cold around,
When everything is empty and there is not a soul in sight,
And no one to say: “You are so dear to me,”
And only the faceless faces of the crowd you don’t want to stir.
But the challenge is accepted, life cannot be without a fight,
And there is no retreat, breath cannot be stopped,
For there is something alive in your soul,
That you cannot drown with ice made of tears.
And the Path leads you its own way
Through pain and tears, through betrayal and lies,
And giving a bit of your love to everyone,
Suddenly you find a reflection in someone’s gaze.
For eternity, or leaving after a moment,
They will leave a part of the soul in you lovingly,
Thus, piece by piece, gathering the whole picture of life,
You will see a palette of colors where there was only emptiness.
How to die when there is Light with Love?
When everything is filled with the Kindness of the Soul
All People – Brothers and with one Blood only
And the Faces of All are good in their own way…
Who Accepted the World and all its conditions
Breathed this Air and already lives
Is protected by a Star at the Head of the Bed
He swims through the Rivers of Life =))
And He chooses the Path himself
Free, happy, and beautiful
The flow of Love open to us
Unites Destinies with Passion…
To eradicate all passions is not given
And just by filling Your Vessel
Harmoniously uniting everything into one
Giving to others Open Hearts will save…
A hundred times you decide to embark on a certain journey.
It draws you somewhere else.
It turns the reins in all directions to help the unbroken horse get to know the rider better. The perceptive horse runs steadily, as it knows that a rider sits atop.
It has directed your heart towards a hundred passionate desires, disappointed you, and then broke your heart.
It has broken the wings of your original intentions,
how can you doubt the existence of the Wingbreaker?
Its predestination severed the rope of empty fancies,
how can you remain blind to Its Commands?
Here’s the English translation of the text:
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Oaths pressed a seal on my heart,
Words were covered with white frost,
And from that moment, as I spoke them,
My heart knew neither pain nor tears.
Years turned to ash for me,
A white gloom laid itself on my temples,
And in hot sands and deserts of ice
I lived by this oath, and it lived by me.
Around me, people were born and lived,
Grew up, loved, made friends,
And I simply walked past warm homes,
Carrying only the ice of my words in my heart.
Once, alone, in the dark of the forest,
I was almost dead, and didn’t believe that the dream
Would turn out to be everything I saw then,
That fate had prepared so many years for me.
I was young when I made my vow,
I was very foolish and didn’t trust my words,
But after I spoke them,
I no longer felt the pity of tears.
Then I swore to myself,
That I would live my life without feelings,
That I would no longer love or dream,
That I would desire knowledge and power.
I tore my body and sprinkled blood
On the high altar. And I prayed aloud
That the gods would hear the voice of the reader,
And lift the seal of humanity from his face.
A youth scorned, a foolish magician,
Inopportunely grabbed a textbook from the shelf,
In which there was a single spell,
A desired miracle that doomed him.
And now years have fallen like snow,
And he did not manage to keep up with their gloomy course,
The magician with the beautiful and youthful face,
Whose head old age has crowned.
Alone among many, a wanderer of fate,
He was marked with a seal on his heart,
Once, he cast a word to the wind,
And to this day, he hasn’t retrieved them back.
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Feel free to ask if you need any further assistance!
Covering with a ghostly veil of the map, a little beautified by the sweetness of dreams, morning awakens, driving out the dreams, erasing and crumbling all the mysteries of the night into the pieces of the short everyday life, driving away thoughts with conviction, only contemptuous laughter from behind the back, those already cold gazes, having lost all meaning in the morning, cannot ignite the ice of the soul with light, and paths are already reserved for the messiahs. Only the Night… Only in secret do I see the Power, where at the boundary of darkness, one cannot deceive oneself… And to the point of hoarseness, my arguments weigh little, I know myself, to where I strive, alone, stubbornly closing the curtains during the day in anticipation of my night pictures, let the fearless peacocks shout, let the dissatisfied people rave against me, only the Night… Only in secret do I see the Power, where at the boundary of darkness, one cannot deceive oneself…
Indeed… How to compose words from the letters of emotions?
I tried and got an interesting result that concluded in a full revelation of inner feelings. You just need to open yourself in a subtle, inner world and allow the melodies to sound. And the winged ones will gather to listen to the melody of the soul, the music of harp and violin, and the rose will bloom and tears will fill the eyes…
And strangely, will is needed.
In this flour, there’s so much sweetness, I could take it to the store,
Roll it into candies, spread it among the displays.
Soak it in liqueur and layer it with halva,
And decorate it with foil, living only with flour.
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