Who Am I?

Have you been inside the silent womb?
Have you known the care of circulation
Of your mother's blood life passing through
The placenta for your self-creation?

Have you ever felt so deeply safe
As inside the cave of her warm body,
Have you been enveloped by the cape -
Moving liquid cover of survival?

Have you ever been without a form?
Have you ever had no solid body?
Did you ever question your old norm
Did you ask - Who Am I - deep inside me?

SILENCE

Have you touched a void with your arms,
Have you felt it inside you beating,
Have you fallen so far apart,
That YOU ARE ONLY SILENCE MEETING?

Town of Gold

Town of Gold


Beneath the sky of blue
There is a town of gold
With clear gates transparent through
And star that's shining bold.

A garden in that town
With flowers and the greens,
Inside it roam the animals
Of beauty never seen.

One is like yellow lion maned with fire,
Another - bull with fullness in his eyes,
With them golden eagle of the sky
Whose glance is so bright and unforgettable.

And in the sky of blue
The only star that shines
It is all yours, oh angel my,
It is yours at all times.


The loving one is loved,
The one who's light is saint,
May you be led by only star
Inside the garden's gate.

There you'll be met
By lion maned with fire
And by blue bull with fullness in his eyes,
With them golden eagle of the sky,
Whose glance is so bright and unforgettable.

Города Золотой
(Аквариум, БГ, стихи Анри Волохонского)

Под небом голубым есть город золотой.
С пpозpачными воротами и яркою звездой.
А в городе том - сад, все травы, да цветы
Гуляют там животные невиданной красы.


Одно, как желтый огнегpивый лев,
Другое - вол исполненный очей.
С ними золотой орел небесный
Чей так светел взор незабываемый.

А в небе голубом горит одна звезда.
Она твоя, о, ангел мой, она твоя всегда.
Кто любит тот любим, кто светел тот и свят
Пускай ведет звезде тебя дорогой в дивный сад.

Тебя там встретит огнегpивый лев
И синий вол, исполненный очей.
С ними золотой орел небесный
Чей так светел взор незабываемый.

 История песни:
http://music-facts.ru/song/Akvarium/Gorod_zolotoy/

Jack Kerouac responses

The tree looks
like a dog
Barking at Heaven


I love this image for the simplicity and animation of the inanimate . It is a simple observation that brings us into the inner world of the artist and merges the tree with the dog in his imagination. The tree is given a doggy action, yet the purpose of this action is very tree like - the tree is reaching into heaven, as trees do, and it's purposeful reaching becomes barking at some point - when the artist sees it and watches the whole picture through the humna eyes. This Haiku is a Hymn to human existance and our ability to merge objects and to play with their meanings. The separation of them, seeming for the mind, dissolves when the imagery is applied in union. in this metaphore the differences disappear and something not combinable fo rthe mind is put together, which s a beautiful purpose of a creation.
I love the images also for their beauty - a dog barking at heaven is a very alive image and use of this image shows the inner true yet many times unnoticed aliveness of the trees. the secret of the trees lies there, too - they are alive,the same way as dogs!
I love this poem.
Aroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!Ruf, Ruf, Ruf!


A black bull
 and a white bird
Standing together on the shore

This image again brings into balance the two seemng opposites in many different forms - it merges together black and white letting them stay in one zone and also brings into one the ephereal bird image with the harsh and down-to-earth image of a bull. They are so different, yet they find a connection and stay together on the shore.
Black and white.... a racial comment?;)
hahahahaha=)
No one said that. Tssssssss......

Love,
Raagi

What is Buddhism?
 - A crazy little
 Bird blub

This message daunts me with its juxtaposition of the grandiousity of the question and the simplicity of the answer, it ultimately says - all the big questions have simple answers which are based on experiential observation of reality. There might be a certain interpretation to what the artist is trying to say - the meaninglessness of big words and Buddhism which he practices in itself is just a crazy little bird blub - it is not the form that matters. Maybe he meant something else, that is how I read it. I may be stereotypically close to truth=)

 Praybeads
on the Holy Book -
My knees are cold

this Kerouac's poem is nothing but an observation of the reality. It consists of two parts separated by nature of sensations - in the first half of the poem they are visual and can create thought response, while in the second one the sensation is purely physical and it goes only to the extent of simple noticing of existance of the feeling - the knees are cold. He does not analyse the happening, neither does he offer it any interpretation - it is just what is and breaks up the thought pattern in me that is ready to arise to follow the "Holy Book" name, which is a very beautiful and pleasant effect.
I would love to see people simply noticing that their knees are cold while doing spiritual practices  - or looking at the Holy Books. Books are not the ultimate answer.
Something can be given by them - knowledge, information, but the immediate reality of the moment - the cold knees - is immensely more important.
This opens us to the possibility of being Now, Here every moment.
HERE, NOW.
I AM.
That's the ultimate truth.

Frank Samperi response

going down to the river
I look across to the hills
my spirit in union
triumph over opposites

My inner responce to this poem is contact with the experiecne of the moment - when the person plunges into the present moment so intensely that the opposites disappear. The description of the outer artifacts of that is merely the reflection of inner beauty that unfolds through it. The peace is immesurable. The joy and the bliss are the nature of things - whatever the things are. My love is simply described in this meditative poem. Thank you, Frank Sampery, for the glimpse into eternity!
you have given us a chance to connect through time. Thank you!
Love,
Raagi.