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Novel of dreams
WANDERINGS
RINGS
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written by hand of
BRANE KOREN
MY FRIEND,
WHILST READING THIS NEVERENDING TALE, YOU COME TO BE ITS INDIVISIBLE
PART. YES, YOU DO. THIS BOOK HOLDS MUCH MORE THAN JUST ORDINARY
WORDS. IT REVEALS, AND LEADS THE PATH OF ASTONISHING ENERGIES.
IT IS A RITUAL.
ITS WORDS ARE WRITTEN FROM THE DEPTHS OF HEART.
THESE ARE THE WORDS OF TRUTH. WORDS OF REASON.
OVER MIND HEART GIVES AN ORDER TO MY HAND, TELLING IT HOW TO
COMPOSE THEM INTO THIS TALE-TALE WITH A REASON, A MEANING,
A PURPOSE...
THIS TALE IS A SUM OF MEMORIES, PERCEPTIONS AND DREAMS-VISIONS IN FACT.
VISIONS ABOUT PAST TIMES, AS TIMES WHICH ARE ABOUT TO COME.
FROM HENCE, THROW AWAY ALL BURDENS AND DELUSIONS OF THE PAST.
LET THEM ROT INTO OBLIVION, WHERE THEY TRULY BELONG.
OPEN YOUR EYES , FREE YOUR MIND.
ILL LEAD YOU THROUGH JOURNEY...
AND IF YOU SENSE A TOUCH IN DEPTHS OF YOUR BEING, DONT BE SURPRISED.
THAT IS THE BEAM THAT LIGHTS UPON THE SEED-COMING STRAIGHT FROM
HEAVENS. THAT VERY MOMENT FLAME BEGINS TO GROW. THE MIND DISCOVERS
THE HEART, TO PROTECT IT-AND TO FOLLOW IT.
TO OPEN THE DOOR. INTO INFINITY...
AND AS IT IS SPOKEN, THIS IS THE NEVERENDING TALE...
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II.
III.
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V.
VI.
VII.
SPRINGTIME DREAM
TALE ABOUT WORLD AND TIME
ECLIPSE OF THE WORLD
THE CELESTIAL SIGN
AROUSAL OF A DISTANT DREAM
IN THE LAPS OF MOUNTAINS
TALE OF AUTUMN
SPRINGTIME DREAM
MAN LIVES AS RIVER FLOWS. EACH RIVER GETS BLESSED BY ITS WELL. THE
SACRED WELL OF LIFE. ONCE IT STARTS TO FLOW, RIVER BEGINS ITS JOURNEY.
IN PLACES EASY AND PEACEFUL, BUT SOMETIMES ROUGH AND MERCILESS...
RIVERS DIVERGE AND COMBINE, THEY KISS AND ENTWINE EACH OTHER. THEY
GROW AND RISE WITH TIME, GETTING MORE AND MORE WATER. THEY RUN AND
WANDER, SEARCHING FOR A WAY TO THE SEA. TOWARDS AN ENDLESS SEA,
WHERE THEY BECOME ONE... IN ETERNITY...
MANY RIVERS LOSE THEIR AIM, THEIR WAY, LOSE THEIR HEART, SOUL , SHINE.
THEY START FLOWING OVER BARREN, MUDDY GROUND. ONCE THEY STOP THEY
BECOME BLACK SLUSHES. THEIR STREAM POLLUTES MANY OTHER RIVERS.
WHEN WELL DRAINS RIVERS RUN DRY, AND NEVER REACH THE SEA. THEY NEVER
ACCOMPLISH THE PURPOSE OF THEIR SACRED SPRING.
THEY END AT THEIR BEGINNING. DISAPPEAR IN TIME.
FLASHING ARE RIVERS THAT BLAZE THE TRAIL TOWARDS SEA, AND REACH IT.
THEY FIND THE WAY, LEAVING DEEP TRACE BEHIND.
FOR SOME NEW, FORTHCOMING WATERS...
RIVER THAT REACHES THE SEA UNITES WITH IT ITS OWN WELL. SO FULFILLS ITS
PURPOSE. ON ONE DAY WELL DRAINS, BUT NEVER ITS WATER.
IT POURS INTO THE SEA. AND LIVES FOREVER...
EVERY TALE COMES REVIVED BY ITS BEGINNING. EVERY LIFE ARISES FROM ITS
SEED. EVERY RIVER STARTS RUNNING AT ITS WELL.
THE ONE AND ONLY. WRITTEN AMONG THE STARS...
SPRING OF MY LYMPH RESTS IN AN ANCIENT WINDY NIGHT, IN A DISTANT YEAR ...
THE YEAR OF A DRAGON.....
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...WINTER DECLINES. LASTING AND COLD WINTER. FROZEN FINGERS OF
NIGHT MELT AND RETREAT. FAR ON HORIZON A SCINTILLA APPEARS.
IT DAWNS. NEW DAY ARRIVES THROUGH GLORIOUS FLAMES...
SPELL FROM THE SUN LIGHTS UPON AN ENDLESS KINGDOM OF STREAMS AND
VALES, MOUNTAINS AND WOODS. WARM STRINGS OF A DAYLIGHT BURST
THROUGH CROWNS OF TREES, STARTING AN AMAZING DANCE.
ICE DISSOLVES, BROOK BEGINS TO FLOW, REVIVING THE HEARS OF AN OLD
WATERMILL. BEAUTIFUL CREATURES FORGATHER BY THE FRESH WELL.
SPIRITED HIND HALTS, CURIOUSLY LIFTING ITS LOVELY HEAD.
FORESTS ECHO WITH SYMPHONY OF WILD FOWLS. NATURE STARTS SINGING
THROUGH RHAPSODY OF RAINBOW COLOURS...
BREEZE BEGINS TO GLIDE OVER MOUNTAINS AND RIVERS, THROUGH WIDE
SPACES OF FLOWERS AND HONEY. DEWY GRASS BLADES KISS THE GROUND,
BRANCHES MILDLY WRAP IN. SILKY LEAVES QUIVER.
A SMALL CHILD STARTS RUNNING OVER BLOOMING PATHS, AND STOPS STILL
ON A MOUND. THEN CASTS A GLANCE AT BEAUTIFUL BLUE SKY, ABSORBING
ITS CRYSTAL SHINE. AND THEN HE CATCHES SIGHT OF DISTANCES, TAKES A
DEEP BREATH AND STRETCHES HIS FACE INTO A SMILE. THE WIND JUST
BROUGHT HIM THE NEWS. FRESH AND SWEET. THE SMELL OF A SPRING...
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...YEARS ROLLED BY, AND DARKNESS SMOTHERED ONE LOVED, JUST
BLOOMING LIFE... DURING CLOSE OF THAT DAY I WENT AWAY, TO HEAR THE
VOICE OF MY HEART. I WAS RUNNING OVER DISTANT MEADOW, UNTIL I
FINALLY STOPPED IN FRONT OF THE WINDMILL. THOUGHTFULLY I WAS
OBSERVING ITS HANDS, HANDS THAT PLAY AN ENDLESS GAME OF TIME.
TIME AND AGAIN. IN CIRCLE. ITS SHADOW HAD WELCOMED AND CONDUCTED
SO MANY PASSENGERS. IT HAD MEASURED SO MANY HOURS, DAYS, YEARS.
COUNTED OUT SO MANY PEOPLE, SO MANY STEPS, SO MANY SIGHS.
AND IT HAS BEEN WATCHING MY SHADOW CHANGING, GROWING. WHILE ITS
SHADOW REMAINS THE SAME. STONY TOWER THAT PLAYS A GAME OF TIME.
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ONE IS ALL, AND ALL IS NOTHING, NOTHINGS ALL, AND ALL IS ONE.
THAT IS THE TRUTH OF DIMENSION BEFORE THE BEGINNING. WORDS THAT DO
NOT DISCLOSE A VIEW, AND ALL YOU IMAGINE DOES NOT FOLLOW THESE
WORDS. DISORDER THAT REASON CANNOT STAND, CONFUSION THAT REASON
CONTEMPTS. CHAOS IN WHICH SENSES MEAN NOTHING, BECAUSE NOTHINGS
THERE AT ALL. THERE IS NO SIGHT. NOR TIME.
NUMBERS ARE INDICATION OF QUANTITY. NUMBERS ARE DISTINCTIVE
PROPERTY OF TIME. BUT IN THAT DIMENSION NUMBERS HAVE NO MEANING.
IN IT, ABSOLUTE VALUES AMALGAMATE. IN IT NOTHING, ONE AND ALL MERGE
INTO INCONCEIVABLE MESS. INTO MESS WITH NO AIM, NOR REASON.
INTO ABSURDITY.
THAT IS DIMENSION WHICH SWALLOWS ITSELF. DIMENSION THAT DOES NOT
ALLOW CREATION. DIMENSION WITH NO SIGHT, SOUND, SMELL, TOUCH NOR
TASTE. WITH NO PRESENTIMENT. DIMENSION THAT CANNOT BE SENSED WITH
ANYTHING. FOR NOTHINGS THERE. EMPTY DIMENSION. NOTHINGNESS.
AN INFINITE VACUUM. EVIL. DEATH. THAT IS THE DARKNESS THAT YOU CANNOT
SEE. FOR IN THAT DARKNESS MAN DISAPPEARS. AND BECOMES DARKNESS.
IT QUASHES HIM. TEARS HIM APART...
HOWEVER, IMAGINE VACANCY WITH NO LIGHT, NEITHER WARMTH.
COLD OBSCURITY. BLACK SILENCE. AND THEN IMAGINE ONE SEED IN WHICH ALL
IS WRITTEN. SO SMALL, AS A SHINY DOT. SO TINY, THAT IT PIERCES THE NIGHT
AND DISAPPEARS. DOES NOT EXIST. JUST DARK. THERE IS NO SIGHT.
NEITHER SOUND. NOR TIME...
THE VERY THING THAT ANNULS MAN IN THE ABSENCE OF REASON THE KING OF
ALL SENSES, MASTER OF WORLD AND TIME.
...MISUSING THE CHAOTIC RULE OF MUDDLE REASON DECIDED TO SET ORDER
TO CREATE ITSELF. FROM NOTHING. AND TO DESTROY THE MESS.
ONCE FOR ALL... TO ENABLE THE BIRTH OF WORLD AND TIME, THAT
WONDERFUL NEVERENDING TALE. TO SET THE PRINCIPLES ON WHICH SHALL
EVOLVE THE PROCESS. RULES THAT WILL BE VALID EVERYWHERE AND FOR
ALWAYS, THROUGH INFINITY... AND IT WAS SO. IN A MOMENT.
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INFLUENCED BY WARMTH AND LIGHT, LIVING CELL STARTED GROWING,
SPLITTING ON TWO PARTS. EACH OF THESE PIECES ALSO SPLIT,PROCEEDING ON.
NEW PARTS WERE NOT COMPLETELY EQUAL. WITH THEM, GENE MULTIPLIED
TOO. PROCESS EVOLVED...
WITH TIME, SUBSTANCES OF DIVERSE FORMS AND SIZES STARTED MERGING,
UNITING GENES FORMING NEW SPECIES, NEW FORMATIONS. CREATED
MICROCREATURES CONTINUED WITH PROCESS, ADAPTING THEMSELVES TO
CURRENT CONDITIONS IN NATURE WITH PURPOSE TO EXIST, AND CARRY THE
GENE FORWARD. THEIR EMPIRE HAD BEEN LASTING LONG ENOUGH TO LEAVE
SEDIMENTS OF HULLS: SEDIMENTS OF FIRST STRATUMS OF SOIL. DURING THAT
EPOCH THE INSIDE OF EARTH SUBSIDED. INFLUENCED BY SUN SEAS
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AND THERE COMES THE MAN!!! THERE HE IS, CROUCHED BELOW A TREE,
FRIGHTENED OBSERVES THE MOON, WITH STRANGE SPARK IN HIS EYES.
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SERVE THE GOOD, AND SEPARATE GOOD FROM EVIL, RIGHT FROM WRONG.
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NOBLE AND PRUDENT. READY TO SPREAD THE GOOD, AND SET TO RIGHTS AN
EVIL.
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AND THERE COMES THE MAN! ON THE RIGHT WAY. READY TO BUILD THE WORLD
OF TRUE BEAUTY AND WISDOM. AGE OF ART, PRIDE AND HONOUR.
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AND THERE COMES THE MAN! CONSTRUCTS DEVICES OF SCIENCE. READY TO
SEARCH FOR SECRETS.
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READY TO SET SAIL OVER WIDE SEA.
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READY TO MEET AND ESTEEM DISTANT TRIBES, FOLLOWING TRAILS OF THE
PAST.
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READY TO LEARN FROM WISE MEN.
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READY TO LISTEN TO WORDS OF GOD.
*ECLIPSE OF THE SUN*
BUT THERE COMES MAN. GREEDY AND BLIND, KEEPS COLONIZING DISCOVERED
LANDS.
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BRINGS GUNPOWDER. BURNS AND CONTEMNS WHAT HE CANNOT UNDERSTAND,
GRABS WHATS NOT HIS OWN.
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ACCUMULATES HIS DULLNESS ON THE GRAVES OF SAGE MEN. SPREADS HIS
MADNESS BACK TO AN OLD WORLD.
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MAKES UP FALSE TITLES, DISTORTS THE WORDS OF GOD.
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STEPS ON A WRONG WAY. POISONED WITH LIES OF AN EMPTY MAN.
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DESTROYS THE WORLD OF BEAUTY AND WISDOM, DISCONNECTING THE SHINING
THREAD OF THE KNOWLEDGE.
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BUILDS A WORLD OF GREYNESS AND WALLS. DECANTS THE GOLD TO PIECES
OF PAPERS.
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DRAWS FALSE BORDERS, TEARING LANDS AND PEOPLE. SOWS THE SEEDS OF
FUTURE GORY WARS.
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CONSTRUCTS AND MULTIPLIES DEVICES OF DEATH, IN THE NAME OF DEATH
ITSELF.
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CONSTRUCTS AND MULTIPLIES GADGETS OF STUPIDITY, IN THE NAME OF
STUPIDITY ITSELF.
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DROWNS HIMSELF INTO FORMLESS MASS. LEANS TO BLITHERING. EXTIRPATES
THE TRUTH.
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NEGLECTS HIS HEART, DISTORTS HIS MIND.
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TALKS, BUT NOTHING SAYS.
LISTENS, BUT NOTHING HEARS.
WATCHES, BUT NOTHING SEES.
BREATHES, BUT DOESNT LIVE.
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LOST IN THE WORLD OF DELUSIONS AND LIES.
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BLIND HE PATTERS TOWARDS A CHASM...
...DARK EPOCH EXPIRES.
*FLASH OF THE SUN*
AND THERE COMES THE MAN!!! WITH SHINE IN HIS HAND. READY TO TESTIFY
THE TRUTH.
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FOR ALL THAT, MAN DECIDED TO FRAME A BRIDGE, AND WALK FORWARD...
AND NOWADAYS, HERE STANDS THE MAN, READY TO CATCH EVERYTHING.
EVERYTHING. MY FRIEND RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW...
THE UNIVERSE. THESE ARE ENERGIES OF LIFE AND CREATION, WOVEN INTO
HUMAN BEING. THEY STREAM FROM HEIGHTS, PASSING THROUGH THE MANS
INSIDE MERGING INTO HEART. IT IS PLACED ON TWO THIRDS OF HIS FIGURES
HEIGHT, IN THE CENTRAL OF SEVEN ENERGETIC FIELDS.
THIS IS WHERE LOVE AND KNOWLEDGE COME FROM.
MAN POSSESSES MIND TO REVEAL AND SPREAD THESE ENERGIES, TO FREE THEM
AND USE THEM. THE MORE AS HE KNOWS, MORE ENERGY MAN GETS.
AND THE MORE ENERGY HE ABSORBS, THE GREATER ENERGY HE EMITS...
INTENDED SUMMONING OF STRONGER ENERGIES DEMANDS A SKILL. THE SKILL
IS SKILLED USE OF THE KNOWLEDGE. SOME PEOPLE CALL IT CRAFT, SOME ART.
ART OF SUMMONING IS A RITUAL. RITUAL IS PINNACLE OF ART...
ALLMYSTICAL ENERGIES COME FROM THE HEART OF THE UNIVERSE, FROM
INEXHAUSTIBLE WELL OF CREATION. FROM THE WELL OF TRUE, AND ONLY ART.
ART WITH REASON AND PURPOSE. WITH MEANING. INTO OUR FRAME, THROUGH
SACRED PATHS OF GOD...
YET, IF MAN DOES NOT ESTEEM THEM, IF HE NEGLECTS THEM OR DENY THEM,
IN HIS MIND APPEARS A FIELD OF VACUITY DISTURBING FLOW AND HARMONY
OF ENERGIES. THEY STOP CIRCULATING FREE, AFTERWARDS THEY HALT AND
FADE. AND INSTEAD OF FORTIFY AND TRANSMIT THEM ON, MAN DERANGES
THEM, AND SMOTHERS THEM UP. CAUSING COLDNESS, DARKNESS... AFTER A
DISCORD IN A BEING, ENERGIES DIE IN A BLACK GAP. IT SUCKS THEM IN, AND
ANNULS THEM. AFTER BODY WITHERS, IT TURNS TO MICROBEINGS AGAIN, AND
THEN FINALLY BECOMES A GROUND A FOOD TO OTHER LIFE... TIME TAKES
AWAY FLESH AND MIND. BUT IF MIND ACCOMPLISHED A PURPOSE OF LIFE,
HEART REMAINS. AND GOES ON...
MAN IS NOT BORN TO TURN BLIND, ENDING UP IN DARKNESS.
MAN IS NOT BORN TO TURN STOLID, VANISHING IN EMPTINESS.
MAN IS CHOSEN TO FULFILL THE PURPOSE.
INVITED TO ACCOMPLISH THE MEANING...
SO FINALLY, THE PURPOSE OF CREATOR AND CREATION IS TO CREATE AND
IMPROVE A BEING THAT WILL UNDERSTAND IT AND LIVE IT. BEING THAT WILL
CLOSE THE CIRCLE WITH THE REASON ITSELF, AND STEP INTO INFINITY.
THAT CREATURES, MY FRIEND, ARE YOU AND I.
WITH THIS BOOK I COMPLETE THE CIRCLE...
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IN THAT EPOCH I HAVE DREAMT ONE UNCOMMON DREAM...
A GREAT NUMBER OF PEOPLE WALK THE ROAD, AND EVERYTHING THEY NEED
THEY FIND ON THE GROUND, NEAR BY ROAD. NIGHT AND DAY CHANGE IN A
FLASH UP IN THE SKY, ONE AFTER ANOTHER. ON THE MARCH CROWD PASSES
THROUGH STORMS, BESIDE TEMPLES AND CHURCHES, ENTERING EACH OF
THEM. THEY CONTINUE JOURNEY, WHILE ROAD BECOMES CLEAN AND BRIGHT...
YET, MASS STOPS IN FRONT OF AN ODD TEMPLE, SIMILAR TO A LARGE CIRCUS.
IN FRONT OF GATES TWO STOOPING MEN YELL. ONE IS WRAPPED WITH
CELLOPHANE, AND HOPS IN A SILLY WAY, JUST LIKE COMMON JESTER. IN HIS
EYES LURKS EMPTINESS, DARKNESS. THE SECOND ONE IS PACKED IN A FANCY
CLOTHES, HOLDING LOTS OF MONEY IN HIS HAND, WHILE HOLDING JESTER
OVER CHAINS. HIS EYES ARE HIDDEN BEHIND DARK GLASSES. IN THEM LURKS
EMPTINESS, DARKNESS. TWO HUM BACKS INVITE CROWD TO ENTER.
ON ENTRANCE STANDS PUPPET IN BLACK, ASKING FROM PEOPLE TO LAY DOWN
THEIR HEARTS, AS A PAWN. DWARF NARRATES THAT IT IS A TEMPLE OF THEIR
HAPPINESS. TEMPLE OF A GREEN PAPER. BUT FAR FROM DISTANCE
GESTICULATES AN UPRIGHT MAN, TELLING THEM NOT TO ENTER. MAN INVITES
THEM TO KEEP ON WALKING, AND TO JOIN HIM. BUT RABBLE DASHES INTO
TEMPLE, TO TASTE A PROMISED PLAY.
JUST SMALL GROUP OF PEOPLE REMAINED OUTSIDE.
MASS PACKED INTO A TEMPLE.
INSIDE AN AIR IS STIFLING AND DARK, JUST ONE IMITATED LIGHT FLICKERS AND
GLARES. FLOOR IS COVERED WITH STRANGE SLIME, WALLS ARE MADE OF
PLASTIC, ROOF IS KIND OF KNOBBY AND SLANTED. AS MANY PEOPLE ENTERS,
TEMPLE EXPANDS MORE...
AT THE END OF TEMPLE STANDS A CONCRETE ALTER, LARGE AND GREY. BEHIND
IT A THICK BLACK SCREEN HANGS DOWN. ALL AROUND ALTER LOTS OF PLASTIC
BOXES IS STREWN, OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES. DWARF IN BLACK RUSHES INTO
TEMPLE, AND UNLOADS HEARTS IN FRONT OF ALTER. THEN YELLS TO PEOPLE TO
PICK THEM UP AFTER THE SHOW ENDS. THEN HE CLAPS HANDS TWICE, WHILE
DISAPPEARING BEHIND THE SCREEN. CROWD LAUGHS AT HIS SILLY WALK.
HUNCH BACK IN A COSTLY SUIT APPEARS, TAKES A MAUL, AND HITS THE GONG.
A SILENCE FILLED THE TEMPLE...
BEHIND ALTER APPEARS A MAN WITH NO EYES WEARING LOTS OF GOLDEN
ORNAMENTS WITH LONG TONGUE AND SHARP TEETH. MAN SLAPS THE ALTER,
SHOUTING ABOUT WEIGHT OF THIS TEMPLE. BLIND HE PREACHES ABOUT
GREAT PLANS. FROM DAMNED MOUTH THROWS A POISON, FOAM EMERGES
FROM HIS EARS...
BUT CROWD CONFIDED IN HIS WORDS, AND STARTED APPLAUDING...
GOSSIPER QUICKLY TURNS AWAY, CLICKS WITH FINGERS, AND VANISHES BEHIND
THE SCREEN. NOW MANY SMALL GOSSIPERS JUMP OUT FROM PLASTIC BOXES.
TWO HORNED JUGGLERS APPEAR TOO, PUSHING TATTLERS AMONGST PEOPLE.
MONOTONOUS CHAOTIC RHYTHM BEGINS BUT THERES NO SIGN OF DRUMS.
LIGHT STARTS TO FLICKER FASTER AND FASTER. IN FRONT OF PEOPLE BOUNDS
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NOT LONG AFTER WAR HAD ENDED, I STEPPED UPON THE BRIDGE. AN OLD
BRIDGE, WOODEN AND WOBBLING. I WAS GAPING AT MISTY REGIONS OF MY
AGONIZED KINGDOM. MUDDY RIVER WAS SILENTLY FONDLING BANKS OF
FORLORN LAND. BLACK CROWS WERE CROAKING FROM FRIGID HEIGHTS.
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IVE SEEN OBSCURATION OF HUMAN MIND. IVE SEEN AGONY AND CALAMITY
OF INNOCENT PEOPLE. IVE SEEN APATHY OF PLASTIC WORLD. IVE SEEN A
SLUSH OF MONEY AND UNCHASTITY. IVE SEEN GREED.
AND INJUSTICE. AND STUPIDITY.
IVE SEEN PRAYERS OF POOR ONES. IVE SEEN SENSELESSNESS OF RICH MOB.
IVE SEEN TEARS OF AN OLD ABANDONED MAN.
IVE SEEN BLOOD ON THE FACE OF A CHILD...
WITH EYES HARMED BY PAIN, I STOOD IN FRONT OF SKIES, SO COLD AND
DARK. I TOOK ONE MORE LOOK BEHIND, WHILE TEARS WERE GLIDING DOWN
MY FACE. I RAISED MY ARMS, WISHING TO RETURN THE LIGHT. WARMTH.
REASON. I CRAVED FOR THAT. MORE THAN FOR ANYTHING ELSE.
SO I OPENED MY ARMS. PALMS TURNED AGAINST THE SKY.
AND TOOK AN OATH...
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T WAS DARK NIGHT, THE DARKEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE. THE LAST RAY OF
LIGHT VANISHED TOGETHER WITH HER EYES. THE LAST LINKS CRACKED
UNDER THE CLASH OF THE FINAL WRATH. CHAIN BROKE TO PIECES.
AND WIND LED ME AWAY. FAR, FAR AWAY...
I WAS TREADING THROUGH THE NIGHT, LEAVING BEHIND COLD GREY WALLS
OF A CITY. AND I SENSED LONELINESS, AND DARKNESS THAT WAS
SWALLOWING MY WAY. I WAS OBSERVING STARS, CAPTURED UP IN AN
ENDLESS EXPANSES OF UNIVERSE. I COULDNT FEEL THE SIGN, NEITHER
VOICE. JUST DARKNESS. AND PAIN.
WITH HEAD LIFTED I FELL DOWN ON MY KNEES, ASKING FROM SKIES TO
RESTORE MY STRENGTH. BUT IN VAIN. I RAISED MY ARMS. STILL NOTHING...
WHEN I FINALLY LOST MY HOPE, THE WIND UTTERED A SOUND.
NATURE QUIVERED. THE SKY SMILED.
ONE STAR FLASHED, AND SHOWED ME THE WAY...
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THE STAR SET SAIL AND DISAPPEARED, REMAINED ONLY THE MOON THAT
ROSE UPON THE HORIZON. I WAS WALKING TO DISTANCES, CONDUCTED BY
REMARKABLE STRENGTH. THE VOICE THAT WAS MUFFLED ONCE BY MESS
BECAME STRONG AND BRIGHT. BECAME KEEN. CRYSTAL CLEAR...
...SHADOWS TRIED TO KILL THE DREAM. BEAUTIFUL DREAM, THAT HAD BEEN
DREAMT BY NOBLE PEOPLE... THROUGH LONG HISTORY OF THE WORLD...
BUT DREAM NEVER DIES. IT REMAINS IN SHINY DEPTHS OF HUMAN HEART.
AND DREAMS. DREAMS LIKE THE SEED THAT WAITS FOR THE LIGHT TO
TOUCH A FERTILE GROUND. WAITS FOR RAY TO OPEN THE HEARTS, FOR MEN
TO UNDERSTAND. FOR REASON TO ARRIVE. AND TO FINALLY COME TO LIFE.
ONCE FOR ALL...
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IVE BEEN TRAVELLING OVER VALES AND MOUNTAINS, RIVERS AND
FORESTS, CRAGS AND SEAS, ABSORBING WARMTH OF THE SUN AND BREATH
OF THE MOON. IVE LISTENED TO VOICE, IVE RED SIGNS, IVE BEEN
SEARCHING FOR KNOWLEDGE AND SKILLS. IVE DECANTED LEARNED TO
WORDS AND GESTURES, SENSED TO VERSES AND NOTES.
IVE TRAVELLED AS WITH MY BODY, SO WITH MY SPIRIT AND THOUGHTS...
IVE BEEN FURTHER AND FURTHER, LEAVING FRESH TRAILS ON THAT
NEVERENDING ROAD, WALKING THERE WHERE NONE EVER STEPPED BEFORE.
THE SKY ADORNED ME WITH SMILE AND STRENGTH. I FELT GLORIOUS MIGHT.
THROUGH THE RITUALS IVE SUMMONED ENERGIES FROM HEIGHTS,
TO REVIVE THEIR WONDERFUL WORLD...
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COTTAGE AROSE IN THE LAPS OF MOUNTAINS, IN ETERNAL KINGDOM OF
FERTILE WOODS AND WATERS. IVE BUILT A HOME, AND SKIES ENDOWED ME
WITH THE MOST PRECIOUS GIFT. A GENTLE ROSE, THAT ONCE I HAD LEFT
BEHIND. DESTINY BROUGHT US TOGETHER AGAIN. INTO ONE...
...AND NEW LIVES SPRINGED UP, JUST LIKE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS IN
SPRINGTIME. FORESTS BEGAN TO SING THROUGH MERRY VOICES OF
CHILDREN. THE SUN STARTED GLOWING WITH INFINITE SPIRIT, NATURE
STARTED EXHALING INDESCRIBABLE BEAUTY. EVEN SMILE RETURNED ON
MY FACE. AS ON MY LIPS SONG...
AND WHEN EVER I RETURNED FROM HARVEST, AWARDS WERE THERE,
WAITING FOR ME. AWARDS WORTH OF EVERY, EVEN HARDEST PAINS.
AWARDS WORTH OF EVERY, EVEN GREATEST SACRIFICE. HOME, FAMILY,
AND FREEDOM.
I USED TO FIND HER STANDING IN A BROOK, WASHING OUT CHILDRENS
CLOTHES. AND SINGING, TOGETHER WITH BIRDS. MY ROSE, WHITE AND
PROUD. AND PRETTY, LIKE THE PRETTIEST SONG BIRD. AND CHILDREN USED
TO SENSE ME FAR FROM DISTANCES, RUSHING INTO MY ARMS. LAUGHS AND
KISSES. THEN HEARTH AND CHEERFUL, WEALTHY FEAST...
SO MANY SHINING SMILES, SO MANY CORDIAL WORDS, SO MANY SONGS AND
AWAKENINGS WITH TWINKLE IN EYES. AND THEN TRAVELS. LONG TRAVELS
TO FAR PLACES. AND SAILS OVER SEAS, FAR SEAS. AND VISITS TO CHERISHED
PEOPLE AND LANDS...
DURING ONE LONG JOURNEY WE VISITED DISTANT PLACE OF MY SPRING.
MANY PATHS I COULD NOT RECOGNIZE. COLD WALLS OF CONCRETE WERE
STANDING ON PLAINS. SOME OTHER PEOPLE HAVE LIVED THERE, SOME
OTHER CHILDREN WERE SITTING ON IMITATED FOOTWAYS. I COULD NOT SEE
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...THE EARTH HAD ROUNDED THE SUN FOR SO MANY TIMES, MANY YEARS
VANISHED INTO PAST, AND SUMMER CLOSED TO ITS END. THE TIME ARRIVED
WHEN CHILDREN WENT THEIR OWN ROADS. FAR AWAY.
IVE SEEN AN ENDLESS LIFE IN THEM, AS ENDLESS STRENGTH.
AND DEEP INSIDE MY HEART I FELT THEY WILL FOLLOW MY WAY...
TIME CARRIED ON WITH ITS GAME.
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TALE OF AUTUMN
RIGHTED HIGH ON A ROCK WITH HANDS LEANING ON CANE, I INHALE THE
LAST BREATH OF GLOAMING, SOFT AND DEEP. WARM COLOURS OF SINKING
RAINBOW FONDLE MY HEART, MERGING INTO MYSTERIOUS, INDESCRIBABLE
AFFECTION. EMOTION OF A PLEASANT PAIN.
GLORIOUS SIGHT STIRS UP A SPARK OF WISTFULNESS. OF REMEMBRANCE.
THE SACRED FLAME OF LIFE. OH, WILL I EVER SEE THEM AGAIN?-I WHISPER,
BY HEAVING A SIGH. WET FINGERS OF BREEZE UNRAVEL MY GRIZZLED HAIR,
CARRYING BITTER FLAVOURS OF MELLOW FORESTS...
AND WHILE I STARE AT THE DISTANCE, NIGHT SILENTLY CONQUERS THE
DAY, UNFOLDING ITS VEIL OVER MOTTLED MOUNTAIN.
FAR ON HORIZON FLAME DIES...
PRESAGE...SILENCE...DARK...
MELLOW HANDS OF MOTHER NATURE CLASP IN A PRAYER FOR A WOUNDED
SON...
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WHILE SITTING CLOSE TO FIREPLACE WITH EYES AIMED AT BLAZE, I DRINK
THE LAST EWER OF VINE. WARM CRACKLING SOUND DISTURBS THE SILENCE.
I APPROACH THE TABLE, RESTRAINING THE TIME WITH A GESTURE OF HAND.
CANDLE LIGHTS UPON LETTERS THAT FORM WORDS, WORDS THOUGHTS,
AND THOUGHTS A MAN, ONCE THEY BECOME A DEED. AND SO IN CIRCLE.
MAGIC CIRCLE...
AND WHILE I DEEPLY MEDITATE, IN DARK CORNER OF ROOM APPEARS A
FLASH. DAZZLED EYES DISCERN SHAPE OF A SWORD. MY SHINING SWORD...
AND I REMEMBER...
I REMEMBER DAYS OF WANDERINGS; I REMEMBER A REBEL IN A WORLD OF
INJUSTICE AND FAKE TITLES. I REMEMBER A STONY ROAD THAT I WAS
OBLIGED TO WALK ON. REMEMBER THE SIGN WHICH I ENGRAVED IN STONE,
SO LONG AGO. I ALSO REMEMBER HER MELTING TOUCH. AND LAST WORDS.
AND TEARS.....
SMELL OF WAX RESTRAINS ME BACK FROM STRAYED THOUGHTS. CANDLE
MELTS AWAY... LONELINESS...SORROW...
I TAKE A PIPE WITH WOUNDED HAND, RECALLING THE SONG OF YOUTH.
I SENSE A TOUCH OF CORDIAL TUNES. AND NOW I SEE DISTANT SIGHTS OF
PAST I SEE ALL BELOVED PLACES, AND BELOVED PEOPLE. FAR, FAR AWAY...
COLD BREATH SLITS THROUGH MY CHEST. FLUTE SLIPS DOWN FROM MY
HAND. THE PAIN TIRES OUT MY BODY...I DESIST.....
AND OF A SUDDEN, GENTLE SOUNDS UNFOLD OVER FORLORN PATHS OF MY
GOLDEN KINGDOM. SILENT AND ENCHANTING. IN DISBELIEF I PRICK MY
EARS. MYSTICAL TUNE WOOS MY HEART...I COLLECT MY STRENGTH...
AND AS IM UNDER A SPELL, IM THROWING MY WORDS INTO FIRE, TAKING
THE COAT AND STEPPING OUTSIDE; THE WIND SALUTES ME WITH SMELL OF
WINTER. ROUNDISH FACE OF THE MOON SILENTLY SMILES ON THE SKY...
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PASTORAL POEM
BEYOND MOUNTAINS, BEYOND SEAS
THERE IS A SIGN
WEEPING IN THE STONE
ECHO FROM THE PAST
EPITAPH
IN FAR TIME.
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