Supple and pliant

So I am in the road again
To moves fast
With all the beauty which cloud me
All around, right and left

The brick houses in orange splendor
Roses all around
So green city where life is inexorable
So lovely to see around

Throne of servanthood

Ancient paradox which sages of all ages
Keep pondering upon
That any throne is the seat of kenosis*)
The more power you got,
The more you are to serve
Cause by then many will come
under your benevolence and abundance

Yes, even in our luxury
Or even more in our modesty
In that throne brought by universe
You need to stretch open your hands
To be mindful and to remember
Those who are in need of you

*) kenosis = self-emptying act

Portland, summer 2015

Web under the sun

Colors of various kinds
When it's combined in peaceful ways
Can bring minds to the clouds

Where there is no bragging
There is no sense of insecurity
It's just that
It's the whole

There is nothing new under the sun
What has ever been has been
So, it is the meanin'
That we make out of loving encounter
Will last
And that starts from the heart
Have a peaceful one