Among cold streets and clouds of dust
Is way of glory, warm and light,
To find it you should mind trust
And go along with hope might.
This road is to angels` home
Where sun-rays pierce each flesh of tear,
You are a child who`s loved by mom,
You aren`t a victim, slave of fear.
And there is a little hut
It stays among a lot of smiles.
To reach it you should going start
And pass a thousand trouble miles.
You should just look inside yourself
And think about mystic flame.
You should believe and go on shelf
Until the sea will play a game.
You should change acts and see the world,
Kill everything that hurts all us.
You should find love, in heart it hold,
Then we will be victorious.
The hut is waiting for its guests
To show a real world of dream,
To take them on of wonder fests,
To make them with the kindness swim.
And if you get to strange huts,
You`ll have to know amazing things,
The road goes through our hearts,
The way is life and patience means.
You look inside yourself to think of the mystic flame. By this simple statement, you take the readers to the portals of the mystic poetry. Wonderful!
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ESOTERIC POEM! THE PHRASEOLOGY IS PAR EXCELLENT TOO...... EPITHET CREATION IS SUPERB....TO MENTION ONE OF AMONG MANY IS THIS.''...Where sun-rays pierce each flesh of tear, ''
I was reading this poem and i kept thinking about the hut in lady Chatterley lover
The hut a metaphor for a place of sanctuary or happiness. Perhaps different for each individual but where in warm shining light all are welcome and safe. Sounds a lot like home.
i don't have words to express my gratitude towards you for sharing such a nice poem.keep inking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Whatever is the topic, the moment you pick the words while shine. Are eating radium or what ha ha ha racy narration which captured my breath. True fabulous poem and hats off to the poet!