Movement in Colourful Existence

Like singing bird I carry you a song,
about the playful sunshine
that enjoys drops of dew on the petals of rosy flowers...

The sweat of life is falling from the forehead
refreshing minds and troublesome corners of hearts
The broken echo of the fate
is sounding in pain and glory of the human yarn
The golden and black threads are intertwined.
Be careful and notice what coil of fortune
appears in the palm of your hand
And you don't know what a coil is in your hand,
What was given to you in your hand.
Remember illusions in life
can be seducing
and similar to reflection
of the heavens
on the surface of pure lake.

And like the essence of the life
you move and move through
all the colours of existence
thinking sometimes that everything
is almost untrue
or just a dream
in your heart beats
and dancing feet of recorded history.
Have courage
and true vision of paradise and bliss
even in darkness of your trip
inside this universe and outside of time.
Keep your heart in truth
and your mind in the kingdom of sincerity.
Know that in the place of your destination
no thunderstorms can come
and make my voice your guide
even
if behind your windows
there are true shouts
of real woe.

Igor Marynowski - poetry
Image 1: Birds by Nagasawa, Rosetsu (1754-1799)
Image 2: Woman and flowers by Boznańska, Olga (1865-1940)