”Each of us at birth is given a lump of marble and tools to turn it into a statue.We can carry this lump with us, so never touching it, we can break it into small pieces, we can create a great masterpiece from it. ”
\R. Bach \
Dance of life
In the rhythm of the pulsations of the universe and in rhythm
Passionate love is born life,
The quivering rhythm of the hearts is obscured
From the peace of silent death.
In the rhythm of the breathing waves, the ocean is washed by sand.
And the harmony of prose,
Architecture, sculpture, poetry,
Music of the system –
Everything is created by the rhythm of the Divine.
Microparticles are dancing
Dance in the cosmic rhythm of movement.
The eternal, elated anthem of indifferent nature,
The rhythm of being.
Everyone who lives wants to participate in the dance.
Child
Jump tries in the rhythm of funny melodies.
Robustly dancing teenager, –
Included in the rhythms of partners, –
Once,
Husband, enters into a steep resonance
With the trembling of someone’s hearts.
Life is a frenzied dance in the dance, which attracts men.
Round dance is spinning faster,
Legs in time manage with difficulty, the heart is beating the drum.
But gradually
The frenzy of the dance subsides.
The withered fingers on the arm of the chair
In the Concert Hall conduct
The secret rhythm of the old man.
Bolero.
In the rhythm of the universe dances
The soul in the dying body,
Waves seeking to break the stillness,
Merge
With an eternally dancing world.
Shiva
In the flame of life and death.
Irina Ivanitskaya
