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Space

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Truly Zen

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When I go

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Like a poetry

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The games of reflections

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The sun and the shadows

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Urban's light in the spring shaining bright.

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One of the most beautiful and mysterious things in the world is March twilight.....

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... It's as if the lines of kun gua were torn in the space of the sky

through the soft and large cracks of clouds and sky.

through the dark branches and trunks of the forest.

Under the light of the young moon

shining light 

untainted by any light 

of absolute unrevealed novelty

in this zero degree of the Circle of the Year, the future was in the air.

and I felt so joyfully free and spacious

amidst this sparkling freshness of time

and the gust of the young future

and the light of the young moon over forest and mountain

that I spread my arms out going down to the river.

 I was smiling 

I embraced and welcomed the future.

 the flow of its breath 

of that unearthly cosmic freshness of the stars

 when the wheel has stopped at zero degrees of existence 

and is about to turn in this fresh breeze 

under this fresh breath

and the imperceptibility of the light of the young moon

will become the concrete events of life 

freshness will take on voices.

sparkle will become action

 

 the transparency and purity of the young energy of spaces 

will be filled with things 

and a new circle of the year begins to unfold 

freshness,

the pure freshness of newness

when this circle of the year is over 

it's gone with the Decay and its painful revisiting 

of realizing and letting go

of what falls and goes forever into the abyss of time.

 

on the other side of light and life 

on the other side of breath and wind.

 

 it's going somewhere, painfully tearing away from me 

 and there it is new.

brand-new 

 where there's no reflection 

when it's all gone 

when the decay has passed 

 and it doesn't hurt anymore 

 'cause 

the new renewed me 

melting into this freshness of the future 

they blow through me 

with wind and light 

the light of the young moon...

Artem Lunny

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Lonliness

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The end of July.

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Summer's Zen

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Pink

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Zen

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Ships

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