Rhodopa

ÒZdravei, zapoviadai, grebni si, kolkoto iskash, s rakaÓ Maria Braikova after Beinsa Duouno

I will send you a wave from Rhodopa Mountain.

I will be as a bluebird that careens and sings.

You will know me as the light that finds its eyes alive

and the rise of its flight as it blooms in the air.

Rhodopa is wild. There is no need to climb it.

Be silent and grateful for the indigo of night,

and the mountain will come to you and speak its name

through each blue lament and each rose colored toy:

ÒHello, here you are, take as much as you want by heartÓ

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In the valley

the roses

sleep in the air

they will not begin to wake for 1600 years

They dream of the Bulgars, the, Cathars, Brook Farm,

Black Mountain College. . .

of still unnamed utopias untouched by approaching wars

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The sun is simple and the sun is kind

The sun costs nothing and creates no debt

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I wish you a silence of gold and blue birds

white and fuchsia hills,

green pines against a lake of opal

May light, like honey, pour through your head

and stream into the valleyÕs basin

If you are tired, wake to know the rain

Let the day bring you apples, cheese and figs

white blooms, deep soil, shining rose petals

a friend for each smile and a smile for each friend.

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ÒIf you try to hoard Love, it becomes heavier than the Earth, heavier even than the Solar system. If you are pleased with the smallest manifestations of Love, it becomes so light you can take it with you.Ó –

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Goodbye, dear darkness,

here is your dessert:

These pears

their silence

these untouched words.

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As I turned from the alleyway towards the Castalion spring

Òwhere Apollo killed the monster pythonÓ wikipedia castallion spring

I looked inside the portals of the sun

and saw the future written

in generations of children

And in the vapors was an image of Kaspar Hauser

floating out of the mists of Nuremberg

and through the rubies in his heart, poured the New Life to come