Valery Kourinsky

02.10.99

ONE-WAY LOVE IS WANTED

At first I used to think:
One-way love is unshared one,
and it happens because of separateness
of body and soul and mind affairs,
because of negligence in garden of relations,
where shrubs depends on trees and flowers on birds
(those all are simply named in some another way:
we meet in list such titles as "caress", "thought", "kiss"
and "communication of destinies").

Then I thought further:
Somebody drinks water.
And his preparing for the action mouth
opens humanly even while suffering
from insupportable thirst,
even when he does not curbs his emphasized animalism.
But someone could be more the whole of himself,
if he would be aware of that.
If he would...
And he again and again loves ,
loves as a body and as a soul,
as an owner of tongue and a host of speech,
as two disjoint world
that have to be merged by the awareness,
generated within music of this continuation of something
that primitively enough we call:
L I F E.

The wayward vanity compels to split someone off,
forces to vanish in cage of vanity,
or in a vanity cage
which happens to be unisex.

The secret philosopher of depth iterates:
"There must be no levels in ourselves
without connection with others."
All of the part of love are dead
if only they are imagined by a lover separately one from anothers.
To itemize does not mean to reflect the wholeness.
That means to tend achieving it.

(Irritated crowd is like a cloud of thought reduction,
and I like it, I like this prior state of things
to change in direction of harmony
that would be the best of all possible,
being contemporary and consisted of no splinters,
being made of our being,
which is a sound one
when it is, oh, joint by sounds of genuine music
of unbrokenness)

Obviously, you, at last, know
that you will not find even a poorest specimen
of actual one-way love.
All its specimen are fakes.
It is, thanks Goodness, absent here in reality,
it is only our pain,
that damned fib of unshared shareness.