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Who most often comes to visit ...
< Felix Komarov
Who most often comes to visit,
Resentment, anger, sadness il?
Who burns with fire and gnawing bones,
Out of the heart presses howling and barking?
Someone like a spider entangle thought,
You eats in parts? ..
In combat you vyanesh like leaves,
You lose the path to your dreams.
Resistance worthless,
But there is another approach -
Become not health and disease,
First to its rise.
Become her strength, passion, fervor.
I look at the world with her pupils.
Physical strain, the wires ...
Let the beat veins at the temples.
To feel her desire,
Taste the blood of peace on the lips ...
And it will be compassion,
The fact that there is pain and fear.
In Tibetan practices gods,
From angry Bardo Mandala,
The disciples are his zeal,
Perelepiv himself into one.
And giving the name of energy.
Not anger, and Shiva risen.
And stops shower laceration,
When resentment muddy shaft,
He got up a wave of Poseidon,
Blurring the mountains and forests.
No matter the god of cyborg ... groan,
Songs were born voices.
Do not crush or assigning,
And not throwing the truth forces ...
Live! I live like a warrior,
Since not yet lived!
But remember, the hidden force,
The familiar world does not destroy!
For revenge dig two graves.
Forgiveness, hell will open in heaven.
When he saw that the strength and bessile-
Not two -. Only one side
And no one to break up dust,
When the sufferer - sleeping ghost.
Who most often comes to visit,
Resentment, anger, sadness il?
Who burns with fire and gnawing bones,
Out of the heart presses howling and barking?
Someone like a spider entangle thought,
You eats in parts? ..
In combat you vyanesh like leaves,
You lose the path to your dreams.
Resistance worthless,
But there is another approach -
Become not health and disease,
First to its rise.
Become her strength, passion, fervor.
I look at the world with her pupils.
Physical strain, the wires ...
Let the beat veins at the temples.
To feel her desire,
Taste the blood of peace on the lips ...
And it will be compassion,
The fact that there is pain and fear.
In Tibetan practices gods,
From angry Bardo Mandala,
The disciples are his zeal,
Perelepiv himself into one.
And giving the name of energy.
Not anger, and Shiva risen.
And stops shower laceration,
When resentment muddy shaft,
He got up a wave of Poseidon,
Blurring the mountains and forests.
No matter the god of cyborg ... groan,
Songs were born voices.
Do not crush or assigning,
And not throwing the truth forces ...
Live! I live like a warrior,
Since not yet lived!
But remember, the hidden force,
The familiar world does not destroy!
For revenge dig two graves.
Forgiveness, hell will open in heaven.
When he saw that the strength and bessile-
Not two -. Only one side
And no one to break up dust,
When the sufferer - sleeping ghost.