Someday this pain will be useful to you

Many times people keep wanting
Things simply seduce their thoughts
Of the good and beautiful objectifications
Of their fantasy and unfulfilled reality
First thing is to keep watch on them,
Not to slaughter 'em at once:
Rather to sort it out
-- Just like flight passangers
to their correct/rightful destinations

Funny to observe
Silly to realize
That people tend to do the exact opposite
of what they expect

Try not to be odd,
then you'll never exposed to the fun of life.

Try not to be a little bit crazy,
Then your life will bore you out.

Try to avoid rejection,
soon you'll crave for acceptance.

Try to avoid mockings,
Then you'll never know the very best part of you.

Try not to open yourself up,
Then you'll find yourself in lonely life.

You'll never get what you want in life
unless you ask and go for it

Be silly.
Be odd and awkward.
Look stupid.
Grow a little bit crazy.
Let your soul free and open to the sun.
Then it'll pay off;

Caress and seduce risk:
And feel the juice pouring out
from its core
And that juice is what we call...
love and success

Written after cool interactions
with Adam, Nick
and Aitor, Cool bros.

Eureka!

For my friend...

"There are no more satisfying
and rewarding moments than
That moment of studying and of loving..."

Studying?
Yeah. As simple as to learn how to smile
Or as lofty as to read politics
Ask why?
For by then you value the progress of mankind
And not the lullaby and dull confined mortality

Loving?
Yeah. As simple as giving a hug to an old friend,
Or feeding the starving birds on the streets.

Thus, you value two most powerful forces
In the nature and in the universe:
progress and life!

Loneliness no longer has its sting;
Nor does death.
Even if you are by yourself
-- as it seems by the bare eyes--
You can still pray and ponder; for all.
The very acts of study and love

For as studying meets lessons and wisdom from...
the past for the future,
So loving is simply being in the present,
embraces reality.

These are powerful roots and foundations
which from ages to ages
stand firm like pillars of clouds,
and bear thousands fruits of goodness
and uphold a structure of greatness

Written at Director park, PDX
An afternoon of mid-summer 2015
Inspired by warm encounter
with a good friend
for a coffee time at Pioneer square.

Oregon's fertile lands

It is as Uzbek used to say:
That the guest is the first person in the home
Kind and trusting becomes the root of their fragrance
And that scent reaches the clouds
The same clouds deliver it even to the South

Easy to open,
As in the opening up the maze of novelty
And the jungle of knowing and revealing.
A handful of friendship seeds casted
And the sprouts of trust growing
In the field of Oregon's fertile lands

At my favourite Pondering spot
Downtown Portland

Mighty arts

Be tough and strong
But not dangerous and harmful
Be yielding and compelling
But not pushing and bossing

Be candor and straight and clear
But refrain from judging and hurting
Be lively and energetic
But certainly not invading the lock

On my way back to Gresham
Max tram on Blue line

Road bliss

Spinning and roaring
Under the heat of cloudless sky
There you are rolling and swinging
With that body and wheels
Without machine

Moving so fast
as you sliding and gliding
On the sidewalk and concrete blocks
And you go again and again
With your body and board and wheels one

And spinning and roaring
Waving, moving, balancing
All on t  h  o  s  e amazing wheels

Midway to Washington Park
Sunny day of July 2015

Spoiled by beauty

Look around!
Among the stripes of paved roads
Waving gently are the beauty of the plants
All those dandelions and tulips of the soul
And pines and roses
Contrasting the progressive builders of the town

Of colors and freshness of the breeze
And of the playing birds
And mighty look of the montains
All unites in the city boundary

At Beaverton streets
As I got off in July at Beaverton Transit Center

Today

Today is difinitely unique and limited
I might experience things
Which I may not experience in the morrow
The people that I see
Will not be the same ones
The smiles that greet me,
The mild amazing weather,
could just change anytime.

Well, we learn from the past,
that's all we can do about it.
Yes, we hope for better tomorrrow,
but actually all that we have is today
I am here now in the 'today'
So, just live it.

Today is my luckiest day,
as heavens open its abundance
and soak me with happiness.

On my way to Hillsboro
By riding Blue line Max
July 2015

And friendship begins

Smiles, greets and tosses
They could be made by willingful souls,
in five minutes
Friendly and honest talk
with that big smiley face
Eyes as radiant as stars
That white teeth make it even greater
"Hey, wanna give a second," air brings the sound
"Sure."
Right at that moment, friendship began

Great to meet you, Christine Duncan of New York
Pioneer Square, Summer 2015

Sanctuary we call life

Normally I am amazed with the wonder of human being:
It cherishes so much to see them move
and think and talk and making noises
I just love them

How can I tell how grateful I am,
for being one of them
The sense of their consciousness and vitality
fills me with waves of awe
For the hands which had shaped them and nurtured them
And kept them in the sanctuary
Which we call life

Pioneer Square Portland
Summer 2015

Yellow light

Turns on somewhat shortly
Just a tender slender reminder
That everything under the banner,
might just work great with sober care.

Everything eventually shall fall into its place
Just be patient and persistent,
in the thing that you know
is true and beautiful

Archdoors

White pillars seems so sturdy
In the robe of reddish bricks
The artsy archdoors stand upright
In the midst of flooding crowd

O silent witness of human actions
Stand there, gaze the sky
Watch the sky and what it may bring

Portland Saturday Market
June 27 2015
Under the crowd memories

This busy street

One goes to the North
Other goes to the South
Or West
Or East

Some look eager and friendly
Some look discouraged and confused
All we need is mindful presence

Beloved mankind

At that street as the winds
Give birth to excitements and desires
To observe and to enjoy the sun
A light of thought
A blazing sweetness and tenderness
Greets my inner part

When man was born and since then on
All of sudden they know
This movement which could never stop
To be loved...
And to love....

Things might go wrong
And they did, so many times

Hurt
Wounded
Cracked
Smacked
Trampled
But you know what?
The wholest and most beautiful heart is...
The heart which has been broken and yet mended

The best form

A happy soul sings
A happy spirit dances
A happy body bows down
A happy thought moves the hands make poems and songs

But even the stars know---

So do the sun and the moon

Ever since the intelligence established

In the rocks by the sloppy valley

In the mouth of the big ocean and high mountain ---

That the best form of songs and poems is...

Prayer

All beauty

My soul smiles
In the eye of that loving gaze
And I smile
For how easy I am moved
In the gaze of such enermous beauty

Tears drop
In such warmth and depth
Of the source of unutterable strength
Which leads me to the still water

Now my spirit convinced
All beauty comes from You
That beauty leads us to You
And reserved for You

At St. George Anthiochian Orthodox Church Portland
On the Feast day of Sts. Peter and Paul 2015

WonderRock

Haystack,
happiness couldn't be lack
Since how grateful I find along the track
Enjoying such wonder as the eggs crack
By your fortress as the birds wait and whack
any disturbances they might on your rack

O, dear majestic rock
Just wait, and I will be back

The road ahead

The road ahead is bright and beautiful
Clear?
Doesn't show yet
But for sure, it's safe in His hands
Those strong hands which had and has
Been keeping us through the rainbow and storms
He is strong, mighty
And ye(s)t He is Wise

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

Being content

Do you see these beautiful little things smiling?
I do. I am moved.
They are honest and show their true colors
In the face of sun
On this lively world

They are just happy being what they are
They don't ask for more or to be more
Yet they are beautiful.

Icon and roses

That universe is kind,
Thus I whisper to myself--
Just because You are kind and merciful
They serve you with all that they are:
The creatures, plants, grass and flowers

It is by You, O Giver of life

In you we move and live and have our beings
Thus bowing down before you
As simple and natural as the roses in the field
My soul filled with wonder
Blessed are You, O the Life of all

Portland, Summer 2015

You can tell...

That it's been quite a journey to cross the pacific
Well, lucky that it's been made much easier
By the use of big giant bird
Which we call machine

So now it's not like in the old times
It takes neither years nor months
To be there and then aware
But in the matter of hours

Viola!
That's something to be grateful of
That hanging among the clouds
And the subtle almost invisible air
We can ascend and run
Behold the bridge between Tokyo and Chicago

The Pacific Ocean, Summer 2015

Looking from above

Hey, that's Mt. Hood protruding
Its pointy nose kisses the sky
Gleaming with golden flames

So then I know I am home so soon
To feel that soft and tender breeze
Yes even in summer that is
To feel the hug, the smile and the sun
Packing up the moments
The unforgettable ones

How lovely this journey has been
And I learned,
Universe is kind

Chicago, the city of wind

Flags are waving
As they are hangin'
Signs of friendship and mutual respect
That the world is one
As they go through whispering
O'Hare, O'Hare

We go in and out
From the oceans of passangers
Sometimes tense, rare at ease
From you we soar across the ocean
Both far and nigh
How glad we are in you
Chicago, the city of wind

Chicago _summer_ June 15, 2015

Sky of Japan

There we go
Up in the sky so intense
So blue and so clear
As the plane moves fast
And yet steady
Up in Japan's sky

To the new world
From the islands nation in the east
Thus reaching another half of the earth
With joy I fly
With excitement awaits so mightily

Japan, Summer June 14 2015