I know myself as a flash pattern ...

< Felix Komarov



Do not you wake up, and consciousness awakens from you as from a heavy sleep, and finds himself in every word of the living and the dead masters.

I know myself as a flash pattern,
Flares cut through the darkness.
Plexus highlights, short support,
It disappears in the darkness without beginning "I».
Catching already changing its shape
Again Draw him a drawing,
Connecting and building nadgorny,
Palace, dressed in shining kosh.
I know myself as the ruler of the sky,
Yellowing print for the first people,
All created a captive and ancestor ...
I am the wheel axle -. Endless U-Wei
I know myself as an elder Bodhidharma.
As Tao frozen flesh of the living.
Arjuna The viewers Adharma and dharma,
The cross-linking eternity Cold boom.
I know myself in Yeshua of Nazareth.
The rebels word, ragged cry ...
I know myself disappearing in the light of ...
Only fabric will keep my exhausted face.
I know myself to dissolve in God.
Executed in Baghdad for this love.
Screaming "I-GOD! - Look miserable,
Mansour Al Khalaj consecrated his own blood! »
I know myself in Tiruvannamalayi.
Dancing Shiva flesh of the patient.
Mountain falling shrapnel from
paradise And calls upon gentle smile in peace.
I know myself without names and titles.
In their names, the world was created ...
And in each space splendor faces,
I-IS, THAT IS, I'm not dead and not alive.
Omega and Alpha, and the path of contraction,
The artist draws a self-portrait.
I am the light and shadow, I, and I'm pairing them
Four times, and four times YES NO.