MEETING AT ABSENCE

 

I will wander the corners of the wheat in the wee hours of dawn, and then warm my boat and my glowing islands and the shirt of the brown horizon for a joyful tomorrow.  I will give you a song you have never heard before. I carry it on my shoulder with the leftover bamboo.

When I met you in your absence far away, and you sat me down on that white hill, I was so amazed that I sailed strangely at your whisper. You are a cup blessed with wisdom. You looked a lot like the pink turtle whose shell the children of my village ate.

You told me about the houses that the ancients built in their alleys. You told me that my eyes are no longer shining.

Come near, come near, I am those falling meteors in the courtyards of paradise.  Come closer, come closer, hear my voice.

 How I wish I could write my name in the absence early because the day has become scary.

Wild love

 

 

I am a salty memory, on whose brown wood a stork has nested. I know no sail or coast but this wild love

Oh, wild love, how you burst into the corners of my dreams and closed worlds. You drag me into unbridled passion like a wild traveler lost among the bamboo trees.

It is a wild love that grows here and there. And I'm a wild shadow that can't dream, I just smile. My soul melts in its tales, stands there with this terrible feeling; touching the skin of the water. It is irresistibly soft and charming.

Let me sail to infinity. And I disappear into you happily in a wave that says it all. I just want a moment between its raging waves that surround me with all the sparkling drops that sit on the table of my eyelids, messing with the capitals of my thinking, the seagulls that can guide me to nothing.

          This is how my dream sings. So it becomes a strangely trembling bed. I'm not good at pretending, but songs of joy and euphoria that never leave the grass wet stir this love.

          O beloved impulses, where did you get all this purity from? And all this strange existence? The heart flooded my shadow with its gentle pain, and this body of mine became a follower of a captivating longing. When I look at your smiling face, overwhelmed with pride, I remember the ancient stories of that sea.

Babylonian man

 

 

I loved the sun because it reminds me of your warm soul. And I loved the evening because it reminds me of your wet whispers. I love the brown color, because it reminds me of your immortal hands.   And subconsciously I feel proud, when I see swarms of arrivals at your door asking for some nectar, and you are the owner of the great secret.

  It is amazing how much we have talked about the fading of time and space, and here you are kneading them with your fingers, so your board is infinity. You look down on us - O Babylonian - from the balconies of your walls that shine with copper, and in your hands a cup of Iraqi honey tea is like the eyes of an angel frolicking in the wilderness with the antelopes of Enkidu.   Yes, I know. You want something wonderful, because you are the wise one who knows things and knows the secrets. Your hands have conquered old age and death. Yeah, I know, you look at us and smile, you (He who saw).

EYES

 

Since  he saw her eyes, he has been sitting with the dreams of the lily and whispering with the love of the moon. There was no sun, only wandering butterflies and flowers.    One day he returned to her eyes, telling her of a bright face that he cannot forget.

Oh, distant eyes, send me a boat, and then I will be on the shore, waving my hands to great love. Come, open the last lily that the sleepy wind has fallen in love with. There it stands  in the midst of a violet pond, in the midst of a dreamy calm where water brushes the hair of light.

I wish you could see those eyes, to tell you that the pond is a lush oasis, and that it contains colorful souls and rainbows. To tell you that there is a lot of love left by the Babylonians before they traveled towards the sun.

 O sparkling eyes, O you who came down to us from the mountains of light, O you who sit on the hill with captivating hymns: Behold the tales of mermaids and hair fairies. What an endless charm! Your eyes and their stories.

MASKS

 

My mother  told me to climb the mountain, and when I reached the halfway point, I found a beautiful man in a hut with ugly masks in his hands. I told him why are you here? And what are these masks? He said: I was expelled from your city by ugliness, and these masks I send to every beautiful person there, so that they wear them, so they do not expel him from it as they did with me.

SWEET BOAT

I am not a legendary traveler, but I am a passenger who was taken by the wind, relentlessly and without tears, to a shining coast. The trees there are dancing and the years are colorful, what a splendor of summer!

Our boat is greeted by rosy hands and sleepy voices. The morning has made her lips honey and sweet fruit. So this boat became pink and sweet. We are not butterflies as you think, but we are full of light, and all I'm good at then is singing huge chants.

All I remember is that I put my bag, my schedule, and my bright smile on those unforgettable, joyful coasts. And how can I forget with all that pleasure? Believe me, if I had the choice, I would choose this boat again. It's gratitude and celebration.