Peu etre

Today I will type some more poems which are
still waiting in my notebooks to be shared,
they were written few months ago, still - it
is quite fresh:

"Peu etre"

Peu etre, this and the rest
Retrospection, reframed by divissions
Sublime surfacing, satisfaction granted

One and the other, holding each other
In solitude, in density, in darkness
Drown down to the bottom of that lake
Blue lake, blue deep

Deeper then sorrow, deeper then rain
Down the hollow, down the grain
Secondary perturbation, human nation

Visionary sparkling of space-continum
Solving the resolving of solutions
Sacred cording, coordination beyond the doubts
Frictions of eclipse

Furtermore then expected, ballons
Belly dance, tango, tangerines and...
And what? What is surprising?

Passage of time? Timeless past?
Particles and the dust? Decorations?
Masquerades? Mellow melodies?
Mutual connections? Rejections? Tears?
Turbulence, tranquility, inwardness?

Be it the same, be it the game
Grand in grace, graceful in space
A real Mother calling from the depths
Of love.

Love.

No more to say.


"Why not?"

Lines infinite, small, curled, frequent
Sounds of morning, mist reborn
Birds, collisions, sunrise, coldness

Each moment being itself
Your face, your eyes, your hair
Your smile in the garden
Flowers, orange, blue, saphire, crimson
Seeds of sacred union in the void of silence

In the space of road passage
Swinging, swaying, sweetly felt
Fresh, young, divine, destined to arise

Drops again, watery smell, waste of time
How old is the sound? How old is this and that?
Just scratching, just..

Head, heart, bones, legs...diverse
Started to move...gather together
In the name of one. One colour
One taste, one dream, one memory

Why not?