It was at dawn…

It was at dawn, I woke up.
I was sitting timelessly in the middle of my mind.
Cavalcade of spinning shadows rumbled around me,
And the waives of my thoughts started twirls of dance.
Theatre on the silent stage of peace,
Telling me the dream of my life I have been living – without words.
If I put my self to dream, everything can turn into reality in my soul, again.
To dream that takes me back to the far-away dimness…

And then I woke up.
I was sitting timelessly in the middle of my mind.
Cavalcade of spinning shadows rumbled around me,
And the light in the middle of the circle, my heart was burning only, as a shining point.
Silence started to speak at that moment:
Silent peace crawling in the deep has turned up the slob of my soul.

And then I woke up.
I was sitting timelessly in the middle of Silence.
Cavalcade of spinning shadows were dying around me,
And I just enjoyed the shiny silence in the middle of the circle.

Immortal beauty, sweet warmth –
Raving storm, lightening drift –
Everything I ever wanted to be,
Everything I could ever be.

Existence on the blood-red sea of power of silence,
Existence in the only infinite middle of the world.
Being hugged in immortal beauty, joy and pleasures,
I am yours, I’ll vanish in this moment, I’ll vanish in the awake pleasures.

And then awareness has awakened…

Looking in the mirror seeing itself everywhere.
Its’ dawn-dream has faded away to a far distance, elsewhere.
Pervading infinity there is gratitude and love,
Pouring through and falling without stopping, falling just through all.

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