нежность открытых окон

ты почувствуешь
нежность открытых окон
(свежий ветер и бабочку света;
теплоту, что жестокому миру
никогда не отнять)

рядом с ними спокойно и просто и верно
рядом с ними свободно дышать

(картина Елены Юшиной)

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such is an act of experience.
but not the one of books, induced
by smart societies, even the human wise.

i’m listening to wind of sea and steppes
and native flowers and swaying grass.

adorn

adoring is also adorning-
in a way where the essence
blossoms wholly, without a limit
that remains (left after the aches
or a strange fashion of disaffection)

adorning that liberates

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true north

knowing is slow, a witness
of a blizzard winter. a deep
that shapes, a river streaming
incense ice. what is below
transcends, what soars above
is breathful grounding-
and lostness sings of harmony:
a fireflying snow to sight.

but i did see true north.
those polar lights of early
childhood, when something showed
how illusions are. each fear
fades away, each loneliness
reflects the timeless. and
what does matter is the honesty
of dancing galaxies from heart.

fly

wings are a delicate happening
yet also a healing hurricane

a soft butterfly effect, a wind
altering breaths, aflutter
with sheltering worlds
a dance through
dimensions

(art by Ayumu Matsuoka)

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