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.

Go there, not knowing where, Find that, not knowing what

Shrink yourself down into the ocean,
Reach deep down for the stars,
Follow the road before beginning,
Grow the roots above the sky,
Fall apart into wholeness,
Come back to the future,
Dissolve into a form,
Think emotions into life,
Believe the box into endlessness,
Catch timelessness with a clock,
Hear a clap with one hand,
Fish a bird from the pool,
Stand walking,
Step out of this moment,
Kill yourself and don't be a killer,
Be a slave to the mind consciously,
Enjoy bitterly,
Dry yourself with water,
Live in the moment of dying,
Grow in a degradation,
Widen into a molecule,
Let the time see you passing,
Know herself,
Shut up the silence,
Scream a taste,
Steal inner peace,
Support the air,
Pretend the innocence,
Judge out of the box,
Lose yourself finding,
Mindfully lead a death,
Surprise the riddle,
Wear eyes on your glasses,
Be in the safety of killing,
Be in danger of a home,
Lock your heart open,
Make a movement in stillness,
Love systematically,
Boil the water down to ice,
Sleep wide awake,
Love your nextdoor alien,
Be sweet like salt,
Glitter like a black hole,
Smile your sadness,
Fall down through imponderability,
Weigh the weightlessness,
Build a city from vacuum,
Follow your directions of my making,
Create yourself before you existed
And always be someone else.

How is my darkness?

So you ask me, how is the darkness,
You, who has never felt it before?

It is
when I am lower than my feet
It is
when I see monsters inside fellow humans
It is
when I turn into a monster myself
It is
when I feel a deep well leading into the darkness forever and ever inside my chest to the point that I can not feel anything - even the darkness - any more
It is
when I stare into the eyes of my best friend and know that she is as alien to me as a thousand light years away galaxy and she can not help, when I desparately need it

It is
when I keep the cry of a thousand voices in my chest silent
It is
when I fall so low that I have to gather my bones by pieces and assemble them together to make up what I don't even know what looks like – me
It is
when I hear my mother call me a bitch and drag me by the hair across the long apartment corridor
It is
when I am beaten by a belt with a metal plaque to make me know that
I shouldn't speak!
I shouldn't speak!
I shouldn't speak!
It is
 when I am told to shut up and be silent every day of my life
It is
when I know the rule of being obedient so well that I am ready to vanish in my obedience
It is
when I hear my parents say that happiness does not really exist
It is
when I hear my parents say that such a girl like me is not needed to anyone
It is
when I am being told that I am pathetic and do not have a right for sadness when I cry
It is
when I hate the others on the inside as if they were insects, ribbed, disgusting, disdainful, noones
It is
when my classmates' laughter follows me like a poisonous vermin and stings me every time I make a movement
It is
when my teachers betray my brightest hopes and leave them shattered without a sense of resentment
It is
when I see a sunrise blank through and inside out
It is
when it looks like there is nothing on the outside to live for

 
It is
when I am fighting for my sanity alone in a circle of enemies with friendly smiles
It is

when «dear» ones can not help but hurt
It is
when I deminish myself down into a fly, into a molecule, into an atom, into nothing... as I am told I already am nothing

It is

when i hate myself and all the nonsense i am speaking knowing I am supposed to be happy and not supposed to at the same time.
It is
when i meet myself in my darkest dreams holding a knife ready to stab my own heart
 It is
when I say DAMN IT with such intensity as if it is going to burn me on the place from the inside
It is
when I hear the songs of far away roads die slowly in my heart
It is 
when I watched my friends liveliness fade away in front of my eyes
It is
when I am so hungry for touch that my whole body turns into a fire of lustful desire and pain

It is
when I feel empty like an empty bowl with air sucked out from its bottom
It is
when I felt a black hole in my chest devouring every object around it
It is
when I am hugged only at the verge of an emotional breakdown
It is
when my mom tells me «I love you»  only when I ask for it
It is
when I stay away from home in order to be safe
It is
when I live in one apartment with four garpias
It is
when I feel so lonely as if I am a single star in outer space
It is
when I earn money to heal the depression that my family does not see
It is
when I feel like an invisible girl in a crowd
It is
when I write secret  letters to strangers just to say that my  feelings are real
It is
when I hid my tears from bullying and laughter of my parents

To you,
who has never seen me though looked at me many times,
To you,
who likes your comfort when I am smiling
To  you,
who asks me to live a life for you -
How can I tell it to you if a thousand words in black ink won't be enough to speak the darkness that filled me?
How can I show it to you if the vastest emptyness would not reach that emptiness inside me?
 How can I dance it to you if the movements of that dance will break my body?
How can I sing it to you if a voice of a thousand wells echoing will not create the tension that I felt in the air?
How can I paint it for you if the blackest black is not dark enough to color that darkness?
How can I be it if in the loneliness I have felt I do not exist?
How can I call it a name if all the letters of the languages of Earth gathered in one single sound will not be loud enough to scream it?
How can I do it for You if You don't believe in what You can see?
How can I trust You to see if You are looking through the millions of reflections of TV nonsense?
How can I bend to touch you if your hand is always running away?
How can I feel you from the inside for you?
I could beat you,
I could tear you apart
I could open up your ribcage and cut your heart out
I could put an endless TV screen in your head
I could promise you to be your friend and betray you
I could promise to teach you and forget about you
I could shut down every word you speak

I could dull down every idea you think

I could uproot you and leave you hanging by your own hair

I could scream swears into your ears every day

I could clutch your fists so that you can not move

I could shut your mouth so that you can not speak

I could give you a gift and take it back by a word

I could drive you crazy and leave you alone in a foreign town

 I could ban your happiness

 I could torture you for 22 years

And leave you knowing what the darkness is.