Things around me people around me, feelings inside of me.

Nights fly away; days burn like leafs of tear-off calendar, curls in time flame. What have I done? What have I reached? There is something inside of me. Something... Something dying to be free.

I’m trying to give form to it but it doesn’t submit.

And it takes its own forms and changes me. Parts of my soul everyday and every night stay behind, and every moment of my life takes a drop of me away.

And that droplet lives there, behind me, lives in endless moment. That’s me... happy ...stayed near the gate of eternity, and that’s my soul cried and overflowed with sadness, pieces of me low heads near fire and millions reflections of the light of fire in millions eyes. Night...road...bus...cheek touches the window, eyes are catching reflections of lights behind horizon.....

endless world, endless soul...

We say words, make sounds, and change destiny. Make mistakes, thinking about ourselves....

Miracle disappeared Miracle had gone in other worlds...

Misunderstanding and sorrow stayed, and question – why?

Did I make choose have I turned wheel of fortune or it has turned itself over me? Did I choose the path or it chose me? Something or Somebody dead inside of me. My soul is crying... Crying to remember all wonderful things that filled my life. And I just sorrow and keep hope for the better and new. I keep hope deep inside of my soul. Hope for something beautiful and endless....

Miracle was in my hands and I didn’t hold it. I was afraid to break the beauty, and it flowed through my fingers and only feelings left....

Ray of Sun in darkness is like a string..... A bird is in the sky.... Soul in the cage... Gaze... Seeking gaze... Looking gaze... Man.... Grey-haired old man, straw hat on eyebrows line. It’s bright sunny day, country-road among steppes. Shadow of man lies at the road, shadow that is covered by dust of time, bearing smell of wandering, smell of changes, shadow that keeps light of happiness, shadow filled by wisdom.

Smooth long staff polished by touches of million hands and around world reflects in it. Soft palms are at quaint winding handle. Penetrating bright blue eyes, looking far away, behind of horizon, behind that can be seen, behind that can be seem, behind inner... Old man of time, old man of youth.... He is old....and he is young... Mirage changes, flowing in summer heat haze....only eyes stay intently to peer in your soul...

Look of God....

Soul is young soul that is clear, soul that is immortal....

Old man looks at me. He knows I’m near... Eyes to eyes.

I see horizon, I look into my eyes, I meet my gaze... Because.... because old man is me...

The road disappears in eternity, waves of wind runs along steppe. Way is long, way of self-knowledge...

Sometimes I want to listen silence, I want to listen attentively in myself, feel the music of silence, a million sounds that never were born. To see symphony of universe, symphony of life, bright colors, play of light and darkness. Song for beauty... Unruly powers unruly elements. Impetuous pressure, shattering power...

Eternity is potter clay in God’s hands, it slips between our fingers and takes it’s own shapes.

I’m here. I’m near. Candle on the wind...

My soul is flame. Look inside. You’ll see endless world between dance of flames, millions mirages, millions miracles, burning and reincarnate over and over again like Phoenix bird

My soul is reflection of you. My soul lives in reflections of you.

Touch Me....

Copyright Maks B. © 2000