Valery Kourinsky

THE BUTTERFLIES ARE COMPLICATED CREATURES

A selfless service, friends, demands a Self
and its continuous troubles, and its short happy whiles
that are by God, of course, as stars in heaven, situated
(they are the sparkling savers, those whiles).
We need to be acquainted with the separates,
with singles, with lone anachorets, with alienated monks,
residing in the depth of oceans named by our names.

The butterflies are complicated creatures.
And simplifying them we are committing sins.
The unique method that is right to touch with fingers
of our consciousness with pollen covered wings
of flashing insights, and translate the depths
without delay and hurry into surface,
which is then penetrated visible by light of highness.
And so landscapes and portraits are created by the lives.
And so the live cathedrals of acquaintances are born
in sacred supra-real our common country,
where there is no chiefs and kings except our God.
And so we're capable to hear the music of each others,
composing garden of the symphony of times,
which we create together, playing piano,
with keys are made from experiences of "we",
of every smallest "our" in the soul of "I"'s.

Tell me a simple thing, answering my foolish question
whether are possible the drops without sees and rains,
whether without empty plurality of common sense ' opinions
could a genius to say his wise word?..
Tell me what would be happen with the source of our surprise
when in the heaven will shine only one star,
which lost his mother cluster?..
Tell me where would dwell your song
if all others should not sum in a crowd's noise
that only rare master might find a necessary one?