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  •   "rosary"
  •   "MINA"
  •   "Iranian art"
  •   "....."
  •   "He......"
  •   "Habakkuk"
  •   "spring"
  •   "A Mirror of Nature"
  •   "Smoking"
  •   "Mystical Wine~!"
  •   "☼~Light and Flower~✿ "
  •   "(هويا مرتضي علي)"
  •   "( Street Art )"
  •   " Persepolis"
  •   "Red & Blue"
  •   "Rose~✿"
  •   "( !~gninruoM=Mourning~! )"
  •   "“Please, stop!” "
  •   "One StOry~!"
  •   "A glance ~one Message!"
  •   "Black eye~!"
  •   "( Young ~yesterday)"
  •   "♛(Lover ♡f Hussain)♛"
  •   "♛( Hidden~ jewel )♛ "
  •   "♛(Lover ♡f Hussain)♛ "
  •   "Autumn Pleasures "
  •   "ONE STORY~! "

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 hesamodin jeddy said:April 5th, 2013 (3:46pm) PDT
salam... what a nice site :)
 Tom Shacochis said:March 31st, 2013 (6:13am) PDT
Thank you so much for your visit and comments.
 Lorenzo Cassina said:December 26th, 2012 (11:53am) PST
My-Pic, have a great 2013!
 Richard Bland said:November 30th, 2012 (4:29am) PST
Very big thank you this afternoon for the compliment for "Frosted" I appreciate it My-Pic Regards Richard
 Richard Bland said:October 21st, 2012 (1:21pm) PDT
Thank you I'm so glad you like the shot "Jump" I appreciate it very much. Regards Richard
 Tim Butler said:September 5th, 2012 (9:21am) PDT
Have you noticed that you have some Messages? Have a great day!
 Irfan Nabi said:July 23rd, 2012 (5:54am) PDT
Thanks loads for following and supporting my work...
 Irfan Nabi said:July 19th, 2012 (12:41am) PDT
Thanks again for commenting on 'sadness unplugged...'
 Irfan Nabi said:July 19th, 2012 (12:04am) PDT
Thank you so much Mypik ! Look forward to your comment on my page...
 Lorenzo Cassina said:July 18th, 2012 (5:21pm) PDT
Hello Mypik! I want to thank you for your past and recent comments. I am grateful for them. :)) Lorenzo
 Ian McGregor said:July 16th, 2012 (5:46am) PDT
Thanks for your support and comments, much appreciated!
 Richard Bland said:July 13th, 2012 (2:12am) PDT
My thanks this morning to you mypik for your compliment for "Tangle" Regards Richard
 Richard Bland said:July 12th, 2012 (9:53pm) PDT
Thank you mypik for your continued support for my work Regards Richard
 Richard Bland said:July 12th, 2012 (6:21am) PDT
Your added comment for "Once a Rose" is most welcome Regards Richard
 Richard Bland said:July 12th, 2012 (1:49am) PDT
Thank you Mypik your support for "Grass" is much appreciated Regards Richard
 Alberto Carati said:July 11th, 2012 (8:10am) PDT
Many thanks for your visit, comments and appreciation. Your gallery is full of great shots. It's a pleasure to see the world through your camera. Have a nice day.
 marthe said:July 8th, 2012 (7:13pm) PDT
Thank you kindly for your recent comments. Much appreciated. Marthe
 Lorenzo Cassina said:July 7th, 2012 (10:32pm) PDT
Thank you Mypik. As always much appreciated are your comments. Lorenzo
 mitsu miya said:July 7th, 2012 (2:05pm) PDT
Hello mypik. Thank you for your kind comments.
 Lorenzo Cassina said:July 6th, 2012 (4:12pm) PDT
Thank you Mypik for your comments to "VIP sitting" and "Geometric." I am glad you liked them. Best regards, Lorenzo
 mitsu miya said:July 6th, 2012 (10:39am) PDT
Thank you for your comments, my friend.
 Lorenzo Cassina said:July 4th, 2012 (8:06pm) PDT
Thank you Mypik for all of your recent and past comments. They are well appreciated! Lorenzo Congrats on your FotoBlur page. Looks great, and good luck!
 John Kimball said:July 3rd, 2012 (9:00am) PDT
Thanks so much for your wonderful comments and support greetings from Jupiter to The Milky Way!
 Lorenzo Cassina said:July 2nd, 2012 (9:57pm) PDT
I appreciate your nice comments to "Showing off." Thank you! Lorenzo
 Philippe Desjardins. said:July 2nd, 2012 (6:10pm) PDT
Beautiful photo's they inspire me .outstanding, thanks!
 Barbara Jones said:July 2nd, 2012 (2:10am) PDT
THANK you so very much for leaving such a lovely comment in my guestbook on my website, truly appreciated !!
 Lorenzo Cassina said:July 1st, 2012 (6:05am) PDT
Mypik, I am glad you liked my creation "Veins." Thank you for your kind remarks. Lorenzo
 mitsu miya said:June 30th, 2012 (3:57am) PDT
Thank you for always being supportive.
 Katalin Gerencsér said:June 29th, 2012 (10:43am) PDT
Thank you very much for your kind comment!
 Monica Siri said:June 29th, 2012 (10:22am) PDT
Thanks for your comments, Mypik. Congrats on your great work!!
 Richard B said:June 29th, 2012 (6:35am) PDT
Thank you for your compliment for "07.25am" I appreciate it Regards Richard
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 27th, 2012 (9:54pm) PDT
Thank you Mypik for your compliments to my latest post! Lorenzo
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 25th, 2012 (9:52pm) PDT
Thank you Mypik. Your comments are always appreciated! Lorenzo
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 24th, 2012 (9:20pm) PDT
Many thanks Mypik for your recent comments to several of my creations. Greatly appreciated! Lorenzo
 Tim Butler said:June 22nd, 2012 (2:05am) PDT
Thank you for adding me to your Snaplist and for your kind comments. I like your work and look forward to seeing more of it.
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 21st, 2012 (4:21pm) PDT
Mypik, thank you very much for all of your comments and support! Lorenzo
 Joy Willits said:June 19th, 2012 (7:49pm) PDT
Thank you for your comment on "Fire"!
 Andy Holbert said:June 19th, 2012 (6:03pm) PDT
Thanks for the nice comments Mypiks, your photos are wonderful!
 Johann breiner said:June 19th, 2012 (12:29am) PDT
Thank you very much for your nice words in the comments and the favorits ! I wish you a nice day. Many greetings: Johann
 Eva Lechner said:June 18th, 2012 (11:54am) PDT
Thanks a lot my friend for all your kind comments,truly appreciated!
 mitsu miya said:June 18th, 2012 (4:28am) PDT
Hello mypic. Including from 500px, Thank you for always comment.
 Eva Lechner said:June 18th, 2012 (3:16am) PDT
Thank you so much for all your kind comments so far,always greatly appreciated!
 Mark Chamberlain said:June 17th, 2012 (2:08pm) PDT
A wonderful pf that I will take great pleasure in viewing time and again.
 Monica Siri said:June 17th, 2012 (12:52pm) PDT
Thanks a lot for your visit and your nice comments!! Very appreciated.
  said:June 17th, 2012 (12:05am) PDT
Thank you very much for your comment. I really appreciate it. Your poem is so wonderful. I don't understand all the words and meanings but I understand it from the heart.Did you write it by yourself?
 Bernard Kwek said:June 16th, 2012 (3:36pm) PDT
Hi, thank you for your kind comments and support. Cheers!
 Brian Winter said:June 16th, 2012 (3:09am) PDT
Mypik, every photo in your portfolio is a quality photo!
 Loisi Cracea Lausegger said:June 15th, 2012 (7:12pm) PDT
Hi, what's the meaning of ! ? Anyway, thank's for visiting
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 13th, 2012 (7:58pm) PDT
Thank you Mypik for your recent comment. I am happy to know you liked "Carnival waters." Much appreciated! Lorenzo
 Johann breiner said:June 12th, 2012 (2:35pm) PDT
Thank you very much for your comment and the favorits. I wish you a nice day and always a very good light for your shots ! Many greetings: Johann.
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 11th, 2012 (9:27pm) PDT
Mypik, thank you for your cool comments. ~~~~ I am not sure what it means, but know I love it! Appreciate your continued support! Lorenzo
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 10th, 2012 (7:37pm) PDT
Mypik, your comments to "Cattle Egret Portrait" and "Water ghost" are very welcome. Thank you! Lorenzo
 marthe said:June 10th, 2012 (3:29pm) PDT
Thank you very much for your visits and continued support. Marthe
 Peter Lessey said:June 10th, 2012 (1:15am) PDT
Your recent comments are great appreciated. Thank you very much.
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 7th, 2012 (8:59pm) PDT
Mypik, thank you very much for your compliments to my work. As always a pleasure! Lorenzo
 Paula Schmidt said:June 7th, 2012 (4:29pm) PDT
Thanks for your warm comments on my photos and dor add me in yor SanpList! Paula
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 6th, 2012 (8:59pm) PDT
Many thanks Mypik for your support. Greatly appreciated! Lorenzo
 marthe said:June 6th, 2012 (3:12am) PDT
Thank you very much for your comments . Much appreciated. Marthe
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 5th, 2012 (8:24pm) PDT
Mypik, your compliments to "In the spotlight" are very welcome. Many thanks for your encouragement! Lorenzo
 victor magdic said:June 5th, 2012 (9:34am) PDT
Thank you for your sincere comments.
 Lorenzo Cassina said:June 4th, 2012 (9:48pm) PDT
Hello Mypik! I am happy to know you liked my watermelon and thank you for your continued support. Greatly appreciated! Lorenzo
 marthe said:June 3rd, 2012 (1:37pm) PDT
Thank you very much for taking the time to view and comment on my pictures. Marthe
 Peter Lessey said:June 2nd, 2012 (1:35pm) PDT
Your recent compliments are greatly appreciated, Thank you very much.
 mitsu miya said:June 2nd, 2012 (1:53am) PDT
Thank you for you kind comments. Thank you my friend.
 Ricardo Luis Alves said:June 1st, 2012 (2:23pm) PDT
Thank you so much Mypik for your comment.
 Lorenzo Cassina said:May 29th, 2012 (8:40pm) PDT
Thank you very much Mypik for your several comments to my pictures. Your support is greatly appreciated and happy for your visits. :)) Lorenzo
 Rebecca Chase Friedman said:May 29th, 2012 (6:41pm) PDT
Thanks for your comment on Lulu, get out! Rebecca
 Lorenzo Cassina said:May 28th, 2012 (7:37pm) PDT
Mypik, much appreciated are your recent comments to my images. Thank you! Lorenzo
 Richard Gaffney said:May 28th, 2012 (6:32pm) PDT
thank you.
 Lorenzo Cassina said:May 27th, 2012 (9:05pm) PDT
Dear Mypik, I am glad you liked "By the Everglades" and thank you for your kind comment. Appreciate you have added me to your snaplist. Thank you! Lorenzo
 Lorenzo Cassina said:May 26th, 2012 (6:17pm) PDT
Hello Mypik! Thank you for your compliments to "Nature's fan." Much appreciated! Lorenzo
 Rebecca Chase Friedman said:May 25th, 2012 (2:49pm) PDT
Thanks again for your nice remark! Rebecca
 mitsu miya said:May 25th, 2012 (1:09pm) PDT
Thank you for your kind visit and your kind comments.
 Richard Gaffney said:May 25th, 2012 (12:25pm) PDT
Thanks again foe all your wonderful comments on my images,regards RG
 Rebecca Chase Friedman said:May 25th, 2012 (12:22pm) PDT
Thanks for your comment! Rebecca
 Richard Gaffney said:May 25th, 2012 (12:21pm) PDT
Thank you for commenting.
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I am a native of Kashan

Time is not so bad to me

I own a loaf of bread, a bit of intelligence, a tiny amount of taste!

I possess a mother better than the leaf

Friends, better than the running brook

And a God who is nearby

Within these gillyflowers, at the foot of yonder lofty oak,

On the stream's awareness, on the plant's law

I am a Muslim

The rose is my Qebleh

The spring my prayer-carpet

The light, my prayer stone

The field my prostrate place

I take ablution with the heartbeat of windows

Moon flows into my prayer, gently it flows

The rock is visible from behind my prayer

All particles of my prayer are illuminated

I pray when the wind calls for prayer

From the cypress tree’s minaret

I practice my ritual when weeds say God is Greater

When wave raises

My Ka’ba is beside the brook

My Ka’ba is beneath the acacia

My Ka’ba is lid the breeze, blowing from garden to garden from one town to another town

My Black Stone is light of the garden

I’m a native of Kashan

I’m a painter

Now and then I build a cage by paint, sell it to you to refresh your heart

With the song of anemone which is imprisoned in it

What a faint dream, What a dream I know

My music is lifeless

I know well, my painting pond contains no fishes

I’m a native of Kashan.

The breeze might go

To a plant in India, to an earthenware from Sialk

The breeze may reach a prostitute in Bokhara city

My father died before twice migrating swallows

Before twice snows,

Before twice sleeping under the moonlight

The sky was blue when my father died

Unaware my mother jumped from sleep, my sister grew prettier,

When my father died, the constables were all poets

The grocer asked me, “How much melons you want to buy?”

I asked him, “How much is the price of one once of contentment?”

My father used to paint

He used to make tars, played the Tar too

He was a calligrapher

Our garden stood on the shadowy side of wisdom

Our garden was the interweaving point of feeling and plants

Our garden was the point where looks Cage and Mirror met

Our garden was perhaps an arc of the green circle of happiness

On that day I was munching the unripe fruit of God in my sleep

I would drink water unphilosophically

I picked up mulberries unscientifically

As soon as the pomegranate cracked hands turned to jets of desire

As soon as the lark sung, the chest burnt from delight

now and then loneliness rubbed its face against the windowpane

desire would come and put its arms around the sense’s neck

thought played

Like looked like a vernal rainfall, a plane tree full of starlings

Life then was a line of light and doll

An armful of liberty

Life then was a pond of music

Gradually the baby tiptoed away in the alleys of dragonflies

I packed my things and went to a town of light thoughts

My heart with the alienation of dragonflies

I went as to the party thrown by the world

I went to the field of sorrow

To the garden of mysticism

I went to the illuminated veranda of knowledge

I mounted the stairs of religion

To the end of the doubt’s alley,

To the cool air of independence

To the wet night of kindness

I went to visit somebody at the other side of love

I went and went up to the woman

To the lamp of pleasure

To the silence of desire

To the loud voice of loneliness

I saw many things on earth

I saw a child who sniffed the moon

I saw a gateless cage in which light was fluttering a flight of stairs that love was mounted to the roof of heaven

I saw a woman pounding light in a mortar

At noon there was bread, vegetables, distance of gillyflower in their tables, and a hot bowl of kindness

I saw a beggar who hardly begged for the song of the swallow

And a garbage man who was praying by the skin of a melon

I saw lambs that were eating balloons

I saw an ass that understood the alfalfa

In the pasturage of advice I saw a well-fed cow

I saw a poet addressing the lily as “your highness”

I saw a book whose words were all made of crystal a paper made of spring

A museum far from the grass

A mosque far distant from water

I saw the bed of a disappointed theologian, a picture full of questions

I saw a mule loaded with compositions

A camel loaded with an empty basket of advice and proverbs

I saw a scholar loaded with “tanana-ha-yahu”

I saw a train transporting light

I saw a train transporting jurisprudence and how heavy it moved?

A train was transporting policies (and how empty it was?)

I saw a train transporting the seeds of water lily and the song of canary

And an airplane whose windowpane at that elevated height

Displayed dust

The hoopoe’s crest

Spots on the butterfly’s wing

A frog’s reflection in the pond

And the passage of a fly in the alley of solitude

I saw the bright desire of a sparrow when she was descending to the ground from the plane tree

And the maturity of sun

And the beautiful copulation of the doll and down

I saw a flight of stairs leading to the hotbed of lust

To the cellar of alcohol

To the law of rose’s decay

To the understanding of the arithmetic of life

To the rooftops of revelation

To the platform of illumination

Down below

My mother was washing the cups in the memory of river

The town was visible

The geometric growth of cement, iron, stone

Rooftops of hundreds buses void of pigeons

A florist putting his flowers on sale

A poet tying a swing between two lilac trees

A boy throwing stones at the school wall

A kid spitting on an apricot on his father’s faded prayer carpet

A goat drinking from the Caspian on a map

A clothes-line was visible, an impatient bracelet

A cartwheel that pined for the horse to stop

The horse pining for the cartman to sleep

The cartman pining for death

Love was visible, wave were visible,

Snow was visible, friendship too

The word was visible

Water was visible and the reflection of objects in the water

The cool shade of cells in the heat of blood

The wet side of life

East of human inherent sorrow

The season of idling in the alley of woman

Scent of solitude in the alley of seasons

A fan was visible in the summer’s hand

The seed’s journey to flowering

The ivy’s journey from house to house

The moon’s journey into the pond

The eruption of the flower of regret from earth

The downpour of young vine from the wall

The rain of dewdrops over the sleep’s bridge

The leap of joy from the swamp of death

The passage of accident from behind word

The battle of a hole with the pleasing light

The battle of a stair against the long leg of sun

The battle of solitude with a song

The beautiful battle of pears against an empty basket

The bloody battle of pomegranate against the jaws

The battle of Nazi’s against the sensitive plant

The battle of a parrot against eloquence

The battle of a forehead against the coldness of prayer-stone

The attack of mosque tiles prostrations

The attack of wind to the ascension of soap bubbles

The attack of army of butterflies with the pest control program

The attack of dragon flies to the row of pipe installers

The attack of reed pens on lead letters

The attack of work ton the poet’s jaw

The conquest of century by a poem

The conquest of a garden by a starling

The conquest of an alley by an exchange of salutations

The conquest of a town by three or four wooden horse riders

The conquest of New Near by two dolls and a ball

A ratchet murdered on the mattress in the afternoon

A story murdered on the mouth of the alley of sleep

A sorrow murdered by the command of song

A moonshine murdered by the command of neon light

An oak murdered by the government

A melancholy poet murdered by the snowdrop (gole yakh)

The entire face of earth was visible

Order walked in the Greek Alley

The bat hooting in the hanging garden

The wind was blowing a sheaf of history’s straws on Kheibar Pass towards east

A boat carrying flowers on the calm Lake Negueen

An eternal lamp was burning at the mouth of each street in Banares

I saw people

I saw towns

I saw fields and alleys

I saw water, I saw earth

I saw light and darkness

And plants in the light and plants in the darkness

Animals in light, animals in the darkness

And man in the light and man in the darkness

I’m a native of Kashan but

My hometown is not Kashan

My hometown has been lost

Overcome with fever and with impatience

I have built another house on the other side of house

In this house I feel closer to the moist obscurity of grass

I can hear the garden breathing

And the sound of darkness when dropping from a leaf

And the sound of a light coughing from behind a tree

I can hear the sniffing of water at through the crack of each rock

I can hear swallows dripping down from the spring’s ceiling

And the clear sound of opening and closing windows of solitude

And the pure sound of love vaguely casting off its skin

And the condensation of longing to fly in the wing

And the cracking of the soul’s resistance

I can hear the sound of footsteps of longing

And the sound of footsteps of blood’s law in the vein

The pulse of dawn in the pigeon’s well

The heartbeat of Thursday evening

The flow of clove pink in thought

The pure neigh of truth from distance

I can hear the blowing of the female

And the sound of the shoe of faith in the alley of longing

And the sound of rainfall on the eyelid of the love’s body

Over the sad music of puberty

Over the song of pomegranate groves

And the sound of shattering of glass in the evening the tearing of the paper beauty

And filling and refilling of cup of nostalgia from the wind

I am close to the beginning of earth

I pick up the pulse of flowers

I am familiar with the wet fate of water and the green habit of the tree

My soul flows towards the new direction of objects my soul is young

My soul sometimes coughs from joy

My soul is idle

It counts raindrops, the holes in bricks,

My soul is sometimes true as a rock on the road

I haven’t seen two poplars to be enemies

I haven’t seen a willow selling its shade to the ground

The elm tree freely bestows its branch to the crow wherever there is a leaf my passion blossoms a poppy bush has bathed me in the flow of existence

I know the weight of the dawn like the wing of an insect

I listen to the music of growth like a flowerpot like a basketful of fruit I have high fever to ripen

I stand on the border of languor in the tavern

Like a building at the edge of the sea I am anxious about the long eternal waves

Sun as much as you want, union as much as you wish, multiplication as much as you want

I am content with an apple

And with smelling of chamomile plant

I am content with a mirror, a pure relationship

I won’t laugh if the balloon bursts

I won’t laugh if a philosophy halves the moon

I know the flapping found of quail’s wings

The color of bustard’s belly, footprints of mountain goat

I well know where rhubarbs grow

When starlings comes, when partridges sing,

When falcons die

I know well the meaning of moon in a sleeping desert

Death in the stalks of desire

And raspberries of pleasure in the mouth of copulation

Life is a pleasant custom

Life wears wings as wide as death

It leaps to the dimensions of love

Life is nothing that might from my mind and your mind in the tip of habit’s shelf

Life is the attraction of a hand that reaps

Life is the first black fig in the acrid mouth of summer

Life is the dimension of a tree in the eyes of an insect

Life is the experience of bat in the darkness

Life is a strange sense experienced by a migrating bird

Life is the whistling of a train ringing in the sleep of a bridge

Life is like looking at a garden through the closed window of an airplane

The news of a rocket flying to the space

Touching the solitude of moon

The thought of smelling the flower in other planets

Life is washing a plate

Life is finding a penny in the street gutter

Life is the square of the mirror

Life is the flower multiplied to eternity

Life is the earth multiplied in our heartbeats

Life is a simple and monotonous geometry of breaths

Where I am, let it be so

The sky is mine

The window, thought, air, love, earth is mine

What signifies?

If mushrooms of nostalgia

Sometimes grow?

I don’t know

Why some say that the horse is a noble animal, the pigeon is beautiful

And why no vulture dwells in any person’s cage

I wonder why the clover is interior to alfalfa

One must wash eyes, look differently to things words must be washed

The word must be wind itself, the word must be the rain itself

One must shut umbrellas

One must walk in the rain

One must carry the thought, the recollection in the rain

One must go walk in the rain with all the townsfolk

One must see friends in the rain

One must search love in the rain

One must sleep with a woman in the rain

One must play in the rain

One must write, talk and plant lotus flowers in the rain

Life is repeated wetting

Life is swimming in the pond of present

Let’s undress

The brook is a step away

Let’s taste light

Let’s weigh the night of a village, and the dream of a gazelle

Let’s feel the warmth of the stork’s nest

Let’s not step on the law of meadow

Let’s open the knot of taste in the vineyard

And open our mouths when the moon emerges

Let’s not say that moon is a bad thing

Let’s not say that the glowworm is ignorant of the garden’s insight

And bring a basket

Take all this red, all this green

Let’s eat bread and cheese in mornings

And plant a sapling at every pitch of a sentence

And pour the seed of silence between two syllables

Let’s not read a book in which the wind doesn’t blow

And a book in which the skin of dew is not wet

And a book in which cells are dimensionless

Let’s not wish the mosquito to fly from the fingertip of nature

Let’s not wish the leopard to exit from the gate of creation

We should understand that life would miss something if now worm existed

And the law of the tree would be damaged of no caterpillars existed

And our hands would seek after something if death didn’t exist

Let’s understand that the living logic of flight would change if there was no light

Let’s understand that there was a vacuum in the thought of seas when no corals were born

And let’s not ask where are we

Let’s smell the fresh petunias in the hospital

Let’s not ask where is the jet of fortune

Let’s not ask why the heart of truth is blue

Let’s not ask what breeze, what nights enjoyed our forefathers enjoyed

Behind us no living space exists

Behind us sings no bird

Behind us now wind blows

Behind us the green window of poplar is shut

Behind us dust has settled over every whirligig

Behind us lies the fatigue of history

Behind us the memory of wave pours cold shells of silence

Let’s walk to the beach

Let’s cast the net in the water

And catch freshness from water

Let’s pick up a pebble from the ground

Feel the weight of existence

Let’s not abuse moonshine if we suffer from fever

(Occasionally I have observed the moon descending during fever

And reaching the hand of the roof of heaven

I have noticed the goldfinch singing better

Sometimes the wound beneath my foot

Has taught the ups and downs of earth

Sometimes in my sickbed the dimension of the rose has multiplied

And the diameter of orange has increased, the radius of lantern too)

And let’s not fear death

(Death is not the end of pigeon

Death is not the cricket’s inversion

Death flows in the mind of acacia

Death dwells in the pleasant climate of mind

Death speak of morning within the nature of village night

Death comes into the mouth with the bunch of grapes

Death sings in red larynx of throat

Death is responsible for the beauty of butterfly’s wing

Death sometimes picks up basis

Death sometimes empties vodka

Death sometimes sit in the shade, watching us and we all know

The lungs of pleasures is full of oxygen of death)

Let’s not shut the door to living speech of destiny which we hear from behind the hedges of sound

Let’s remove the curtains

Let’s allow our feeling to drink fresh air

Let’s allow puberty to dwell under any bush it wishes

Let’s allow instinct to play

Let’s allow all it to take off its shoes and leap over the flowers following seasons

Let’s allow solitude to sing a song

To write something

To go to the street

Let’s be plain

Let’s be plain whether in front of the teller’s window or under a tree

It is not our business to fathom the mystery of rose

Perhaps our business is to float within the magic of the rose

Camp behind wisdom

Wash our hands in the ecstasy of a leaf and waling to the table

And be born again when the sun rises in the mornings

Let’s allow our excitement to fly

Let’s pour water upon the perception of space, color, sound and the window of flowers

Let’s set heaven between two syllables of existence

Let’s is fill and empty our lungs with eternity

Let’s lift down the burden of knowledge from the shoulders of the swallow

Let’s take back our name from the cloud

From the plane tree, mosquito, summer

Let’s mount to the height of kindness of the wet feet of rain

Let’s open the door open the door to mankind, light, plants and inspects

Or business is perhaps

To run between the lotus flower and the century after the sound of truth



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