happiness
is a natural state
when one who rules it
values peace above all else
(art by Olena Klymenko)

do not even try
to wound the spirits
of nightingales from Persia.
it’s ever a vain attempt
to limit the eternity
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.
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.