birds
Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 1:46 pm
Here's a poem of mu relative, Leon (Lev) Gunin, who lives in Montreal:
birds
birds of unknown
thoughts are flying
in inner sky
the day is red
in the midst of mountains
of the internal realm
nothing happens
only deep deep silence
without any desire
however birds are flying
even without thinking
just hanging in the air
it means that their host-mind
is a reflection
of unknown
a bird itself
birds
birds of unknown
thoughts are flying
in inner sky
the day is red
in the midst of mountains
of the internal realm
nothing happens
only deep deep silence
without any desire
however birds are flying
even without thinking
just hanging in the air
it means that their host-mind
is a reflection
of unknown
a bird itself