Я - это я. И во мне - весь мир.
My mind is slow, as if I walk in dream,
And breath is smooth, as if in meditation.
I’m here not to speak, but to perceive
Another – pure – kind of information.
Those winking lights, and hardly known smells,
And marks of time – so old and so impressive…
And never-ending, ever-drifting space
In every point: regressive or progressive…
I am absorbed by looking at all this,
Dissolving in a real recreation
With slow mind, as if I walk in dream,
And steady breath, though I’m in exaltation.
П.С. примерно так себя ощущала Сепрер, когда гладила звёзды руками))
And breath is smooth, as if in meditation.
I’m here not to speak, but to perceive
Another – pure – kind of information.
Those winking lights, and hardly known smells,
And marks of time – so old and so impressive…
And never-ending, ever-drifting space
In every point: regressive or progressive…
I am absorbed by looking at all this,
Dissolving in a real recreation
With slow mind, as if I walk in dream,
And steady breath, though I’m in exaltation.
П.С. примерно так себя ощущала Сепрер, когда гладила звёзды руками))