Беспощадная радость - быть
Беспощадная милость - быть юным
Каждый раз ...

свет капризной луны
пестрой лентой
касаясь легко
и тревожно
тонким шелестом по спине
снизу вверх
сверху вниз
теплеет ...

отдаваясь прозрачным ладоням
и шепоту кончиков пальцев
без усилий
навстречу плывешь
чувствуя себя в Нем
и в себе Его приближенье
напряжения сладость
встречаешь мягким упорством
не противясь, а для
наслаждения
пытаешься быть
ближе и ближе
дотла ...

глаза ...
в совершенно ином стиле безумия
откроются
нет, не разрушающем -
нечего станет ломать :
стерто, снято, отпущено ...
чье дыхание слышно ?
твое ли ? мое ?
Никто и Ничто
просто
есмь ...

Dear Melissa,

somebody knows the essential basis of self-realization is the total rejection of the individual as an independent entity, whether it comes about as a spontaneous understanding or through an utter surrender of one's individual existence ...

AT sometimes think that life is too serious to take seriously and I've come to the conclusion that life is in fact a GAME. And it matters not about the triumphs and disappointments, the successes and failures, the winning and losing... all that really matters is HOW you play the game.



and WHY ? peace... wholeness ... harmony ... love ... joy ... each moment of GAME contains the whole of the past and creates the whole of the future. IT IS MORE IMPORTANT TO SEE THAN TO LOOK ...

The name Melissa is derived from Greek mythology. Melissa was a nymph that cared for the infant Zeus while he was being hidden from his father, the king of the gods. Melissa plundered bee hives in order to feed honey to Zeus, who developed a permanent sweet tooth. When Melissa's role in protecting Zeus was discovered, she was turned into some lowly species of insect. Zeus later took pity on her and turned her into a honeybee, which is forever involved with making honey.

Parenthetical note: if Zeus had meant to do Melissa a favor, why didn't he turn her back into a nymph instead ?