The art of translating the transcendentalInto picturesque forms.The color of gold is a color of height,Of wise strength, and of harmonious unity.What is the color of angelic singing?From which chalice can one partake?The secret language of worlds will beco ❯❯❯
THE ADORATION OF THE MAGIThe robes of the Magi are rich and colorful.These caravans streamed like rays,To unite in bright light before the cave. In the distance, bonfires burned.There stood Melchior, Gaspar with his black beard.And at the entrance to the c ❯❯❯
SERMON ON THE MOUNTThe light of the Sermon on the MountWe have not felt throughout the ages.Or has humanitys portraitBeen excessively distorted by sins?With verbal fabric, JesusPresented what we will live by.I fear to turn the other cheek – And my neighbor ❯❯❯
CRADLEThe walls were gray caves,Darkness inside, darkness outside – A darkness that certainly swirled,With angelic images.But our pupil is not made to seeThe faint outline of higher wings.The cradle is a negation of the grave.What did Joseph cover there, i ❯❯❯
POEM ABOUT CHRISTA Mantegna or Holbein reproduction – where the body is like a landscape.We are accustomed to distorted images,To dead appearances, and this landscape is ours.Again, we crucify Christ,And not Kazantzakis novelDo we read with ardent fervor.C ❯❯❯
A SMALL GOSPEL POEMThe Diamond Sermon – How the sermon resonated with us,If we continue to indulge in empty words,Telling tales of self-love...?Neighbors by the entranceChat endlessly, scratching their heads. About nonsense...About television brands – and ❯❯❯
A Poem about ChristA Mantegna or Holbein reproduction – where the body is like a landscape.We are used to distorted narratives,To dead apparitions, and this landscape is ours.How we crucify Christ again,And read Kazantzakiss novelWith fervent haste.Christ ❯❯❯
CHOICEFor choice is always there.The forest is indifferent to you,But you, without flattery,Have loved the forest for many years.And you love a star in the height,Or rather, those golden starsThat your gaze beholds,You love them, and are glad of that love. ❯❯❯
MY PRAYERI dont know your prayers,Mother of God.I choose the words myself.The road is rough – But in spirit, I will overcome! Because you will help me – thank you! I will succeed! You are helping – and my heartBeats lighter.I dont know how to live carefree ❯❯❯
Dressed in rags, with not a penny to his name,He walked along the monastery walls.Though the boundaries of the future are unknown,Suddenly he understood – neither death nor decay were frightening.He felt a radiance within his soul at that moment,And in its ❯❯❯
MONOLOGUE OF DEATHLadies and gentlemen! You have probably forgotten that your progress, computers, and so on, have not eliminated my existence in the world. And your bodies are still akin to shells. What does it matter that you fly into space? Did you land ❯❯❯
ALMOST PSALMS1Blessed is the man who does not sit in the council of the wicked,Nor torment his soul with the dreams of the powerful and those greedy for silver.His thoughts are only of the Lord,Of the law of the Lord.The triumph of the unrighteous is short ❯❯❯
MYSTERYA formidable cluster of mysteries.Full of juice,Berries of action.If we are accused of hypocrisy,Well, we will die without guilt.The spiral staircaseIs made of faded stone,I see black cracksBetween its steps.Around it is the grandeur of Egypt – Or a ❯❯❯
THE STORY OF CHRIST(a poem in prose)The story of Jesuss path is woven from the diamonds of the sky. A quiet hut, a mother by the door, Joseph at his workbench, and the sweet-sweet scent of sawdust, a drowsy-warm aroma of childhood... A Roman soldier walks ❯❯❯
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