Mihaela Pirjol Poems
We cannot aspire to that which is already dead,
And there is no solace in delusion;
We should save the present for future memories
Thus, to remember we had a life we lived.
No soul which is born alone and dies alone ever pertain
To anyone, on this mortal realm of mortals;
Nothing we are, but an evanescent breath of air;
Utopian significance of being insignificant.
How a superbus phallus in carnal pleasure dies,
That ephemeral all these earthly passions are;
Like the face of moon from dusk till dawn
When sun replace its ardour with other kind of ...
I gaze around in wonder,
In peaceful solitude;
In dreams I am floating,
In rays of light I bathe;
Warm summer-breeze of jasmine
I breathe through all my senses;
In the presence of the moment:
Surprisingly, - serene and free of need:
Desireless, completely and fulfilled;