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Then the "Indian" summer will whirl
Ringing like gold, with the night cold - the last foliage!
Everything in it!
What was and passed,
What grew, lived, turned
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ЧАСТЬ ТРЕТЬЯ
ГОМУНКУЛУС
(в переводе "человек ничтожный")
...
сочинение создано в конце XX века
Часть первая
Сегодня день и завтра ночь, Today is day and tomorrow is night,
Потом закружит "лето бабье"... Then the "Indian summer" will begin...
Звенит, как золото, ночными холодами - последняя листва! Ringing like gold, with the night colds - the last foliage!
Всё в ней!
Что было и прошло,
Что вырастало, жило, зеленело - пело!
Everything is in it!
What was and passed,
What grew, lived, turned green - sang!
What grew, lived, turned green - sang!
What grew, lived, turned green - sang!
Звенящая, как золотом, ночными холодами - последняя листва!
Всё в ней!
Что было и прошло,
Что вырастало, жило, зеленело - пело!
Что под лучами Солнца бушевало, млело!
Затем наступят холода.
Скует печалью воды стужа.
Земля в венце кристаллов льда в объятья примет
Зиму,- мужа!
И холод зябью снежных снов молчаньем заменит
Веселье летних слов ...
Возница солнечный освободит коней от бега,
В желаньях жарких над белизною снега!
И власть над миром примет тот,
Кто изо льда произойдет!
Вот он, сосуд!
Стекло то мутно, то прозрачно,
Как-будто вздох на нём
Беззвучно тает и "молоком-испариной" стекает:
Вот лёд от стен стеклянных отошел,
И в воду талую сосуд стал погружаться ...
Так стало вдруг казаться,
Что теплится внутри огонь?!
Не пламенем свечей, не Солнца светом,
А колыханьем тленья он нагретый!
Там за стеклом, за розовым туманом,
Грибом, растущим с каждым часом всё быстрей,
За "стоном" набухающих теней
Того, что становилось явью иль обманом,
Под напряженным взглядом
Чудо ждущих глаз!
Любая жизнь питается и тлеет!
Вопрос лишь в том,
Когда живое существо успеет,
Вобрав в себя всё предрешенное
В возникшем бытие,
Избавится от прошлого?!
Хотя "оно" и "я"!
Ведь то, что было - значит "жило"!
А если так, то виден вред того,
Что дальше жить мешает!
И борется за жизнь с собой и "миром"
Плоть! И время наступает! Живущего
Сейчас и Дух бессмертный "бывшего"
Всегда любовь объединяет!
Чтоб обрести сознание того,
Кто в жизнь зовет!
Кто сам живет и умирает ...
О, Бог! В смятенье ум! Свершилось!
За облаком открылся глаз!
На тельце щуплом в мягких складках,
В слизи уже живущего плода,
Заметно легкое дрожание,
По тельцу будто пробегает ток,
Трепещет жизнь, начало и конец
Которой сладок!
Уже лишь потому, что за своё
Рожденье не платит болью
Материнский рок!
Да! За рождение - страданье!
Боль и дальше путь всю жизнь,
Как близость навсегда
Родителей - "утробы" и "плода"!
Наверное ...
Вселенская ��уша ценою боли
Живет в телах и душах всех ...
За "плодоношение" бессмертия "любви".
За Крест "земного естества",
За боли "кровного родства"!
Всем не миновать подобной "чаши"!
Господь! А что же тот, кто был "дарован жизнью" ...
За "стеклом"?!
Воспримет ли "сознание Земли"
Или "бесстрастие" - небес Закон?
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Then the "Indian" summer will whirl
Ringing like gold, with the night cold - the last foliage!
Everything in it!
What was and passed,
What grew, lived, turned green - sang!
What raged and melted under the rays of the Sun!
Then the cold will come.
The cold will bind the water with sadness.
The earth in a crown of ice crystals will embrace
Winter, - a husband!
And the cold with the drizzle of snowy dreams will replace with silence
The joy of summer words ...
The sunny charioteer will free the horses from running,
In hot desires over the whiteness of the snow!
And the one who will come from ice will take power over the world!
Here he is, the vessel!
The glass is sometimes cloudy, sometimes transparent,
As if a sigh on it
Melts silently and flows down like "milk-sweat":
Here the ice has come away from the glass walls,
And the vessel began to sink into the melted water...
So it suddenly began to seem,
That a fire is glimmering inside?!
Not the flame of candles, not the light of the Sun,
But the swaying of decay, it is heated!
There behind the glass, behind the pink fog,
A mushroom growing faster and faster with each hour,
Behind the "groan" of swelling shadows
That which became reality or deception,
Under the intense gaze
A miracle of waiting eyes!
Any life feeds and decays!
The only question is,
When will a living being have time,
Having absorbed everything predetermined
In the emerging being,
To get rid of the past?!
Although "it" and "I"!
After all, what was - means "lived"!
And if so, then the harm of that is visible,
Which prevents you from living further!
And fights for life with yourself and the "world"
Flesh! And time is coming! Living
Now and the immortal Spirit of the "former"
Always unites love!
To gain the consciousness of the one,
Who calls into life!
Who himself lives and dies ...
Oh, God! The mind is in confusion! It has happened!
An eye has opened behind the cloud!
On the puny little body in soft folds,
In the mucus of the already living fetus,
A slight tremor is noticeable,
As if a current runs through the little body,
Life trembles, the beginning and the end
Which is sweet!
Already only because for its
Birth does not pay with pain
Maternal fate!
Yes! For birth - suffering!
Pain and then the path all life,
As closeness forever
Parents - "womb" and "fetus"!
Probably ...
The Universal Soul at the cost of pain
Lives in the bodies and souls of all ...
For the "fruitfulness" of the immortality of "love".
For the Cross of "earthly nature",
For the pains of "blood kinship"!
No one can escape such a "cup"!
Lord! And what about the one who was "given life" ...
Behind the "glass"?!
Will the "consciousness of the Earth" perceive
Or "impassivity" - the Law of heaven?
Then the "Indian" summer will whirl
Ringing like gold, with the night cold - the last foliage!
Everything in it!
What was and passed,
What grew, lived, turned green - sang!
What raged and melted under the rays of the Sun!
Then the cold will come.
The cold will bind the water with sadness.
The earth in a crown of ice crystals will embrace
Winter, - a husband!
And the cold with the drizzle of snowy dreams will replace with silence
The joy of summer words ...
The sunny charioteer will free the horses from running,
In hot desires over the whiteness of the snow!
And the one who will come from ice will take power over the world!
Here he is, the vessel!
The glass is sometimes cloudy, sometimes transparent,
As if a sigh on it
Melts silently and flows down like "milk-sweat":
Here the ice has come away from the glass walls,
And the vessel began to sink into the melted water...
So it suddenly began to seem,
That a fire is glimmering inside?!
Not the flame of candles, not the light of the Sun,
But the swaying of decay, it is heated!
There behind the glass, behind the pink fog,
A mushroom growing faster and faster with each hour,
Behind the "groan" of swelling shadows
That which became reality or deception,
Under the intense gaze
A miracle of waiting eyes!
Any life feeds and decays!
The only question is,
When will a living being have time,
Having absorbed everything predetermined
In the emerging being,
To get rid of the past?!
Although "it" and "I"!
After all, what was - means "lived"!
And if so, then the harm of that is visible,
Which prevents you from living further!
And fights for life with yourself and the "world"
Flesh! And time is coming! Living
Now and the immortal Spirit of the "former"
Always unites love!
To gain the consciousness of the one,
Who calls into life!
Who himself lives and dies ...
Oh, God! The mind is in confusion! It has happened!
An eye has opened behind the cloud!
On the puny little body in soft folds,
In the mucus of the already living fetus,
A slight tremor is noticeable,
As if a current runs through the little body,
Life trembles, the beginning and the end
Which is sweet!
Already only because for its
Birth does not pay with pain
Maternal fate!
Yes! For birth - suffering!
Pain and then the path all life,
As closeness forever
Parents - "womb" and "fetus"!
Probably ...
The Universal Soul at the cost of pain
Lives in the bodies and souls of all ...
For the "fruitfulness" of the immortality of "love".
For the Cross of "earthly nature",
For the pains of "blood kinship"!
No one can escape such a "cup"!
Lord! And what about the one who was "given life" ...
Behind the "glass"?!
Will the "consciousness of the Earth" perceive
Or "impassivity" - the Law of heaven?
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