Zdravei, zapoviadai, grebni si, kolkoto iskash, s raka -- Maria Braikova after Beinsa Duouno
I will send you a wave from Rhodopa Mountain.
I will be as a bluebird that careens and sings.
You will know me as the light that finds its eyes alive
and the rise of its flight as it blooms in the air.
Rhodopa is wild. There is no need to climb it.
Be silent and grateful for the indigo of night,
and the mountain will come to you and speak its name
through each blue lament and each rose colored toy:
Hello, here you are, take as much as you want by heart
In the valley
sleep in the air
they will not begin to wake for 1600 years
They dream of the Bulgars, the Cathars, Brook Farm,
Black Mountain College. . .
of still unnamed utopias untouched by approaching wars
The sun is simple and the sun is kind
The sun costs nothing and creates no debt
I wish you a silence of gold and blue birds
white and fuchsia hills,
green pines against a lake of opal
May light, like honey, pour through your head
and stream into the valleyÕs basin
If you are tired, wake to know the rain
Let the day bring you apples, cheese and figs
white blooms, deep soil, shining rose petals
a friend for each smile and a smile for each friend.
If you try to hoard Love, it becomes heavier than the Earth, heavier even than the Solar system. If you are pleased with the smallest manifestations of Love, it becomes so light you can take it with you. –
Goodbye, dear darkness,
here is your dessert:
these dissolving words .
As I turned from the alleyway towards the Castalion spring
where Apollo killed the monster python wikipedia castallion spring
I looked inside the portals of the sun
and saw the future written
in generations of children
And in the vapors was an image of Kaspar Hauser
floating out of the mists of Nuremberg
and through the rubies in his heart, poured the New Life to come