Introduction

Sleepless Nights upon drafts of forgotten Wisdom and forbidden Paths often made My Mind restless and eager for reaching new depths of Universal Perception. The Sense of losing Myself between ideas little bothered me, for I knew one thing – I will find what I seek, no matter how long it will be…Every step was more closer and reassuring, every guess took My Focus inside the right circle…into The Dream-Rift! I don’t know how but one day, at the edge of cataclysmic events inside My Mind, when everything around collapsed to absurdity and chaos…something strange changed My Inner Universe. Suddenly, I was obsessed by unknown idea, some kind of outer-thought, alien to my form of thinking...THIS THOUGHT BECAME MY LIFE...

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Zbor



Zbor în imagini neînțelese cînd alții cad în lanțuri
Unde par o umbră colorată prin solide chipuri,
Ce în străine gînduri se privește întrebat
De parcă așteaptă un sunet, un zgomot uitat.

Plutind privesc acele nevăzute forme cristaline,         
Forme străine de mine rugate, dar fără răspuns,
Zborul mă poartă în văzduhul lumii ascunse
Acolo prin tărîmurile celora fără de nume,
Doar formele lor - pecetea veșnicilor visuri...
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