myth of bird PART I
Who in the shoulder felt the earth disguised as a serious
pain,
belongs to posterity of those who are
ancient times knew the art of levitation:
totally a different type to that of our ancestors, not these
as we reach the blood inside, but some airy
that touch us just outside
golden lips like an eternity.
This is the pedigree of which we have inherited
terminally torture to think.
I get at the behest of the pupil not collect
and transmits impressions
but heard the experiences of one tomorrow.
One is to look vision, and second, see the vision.
II It is difficult today to describe the awe of our ancestors
covered by wind and light.
only embraces us even slightly resemble
their mode of flying.
Either that, when you suddenly find yourself in
ability to create such forms
from which - when it touches your ear and listen to -
reaches of the wings.
If they knew about the bases of their age, have not been
bases and foundations, but catapults.
the excessive passion to overcome all the tone poems are inscribed
in space
with such dimensions that lead us to the edge of panic.
Even then, they are tomorrow. Even at that time were: me.
III In memory of those beautiful, strong people,
tried a sunset down on the river bank and I
to formulate something completely unlimited.
To come up with that kind of rigor and purity
which of fiction created a credible gesture.
I tried to learn to think of their work.
To have a white curiosity.
I dare not find odgonetke
if we design something taken away from ourselves or we ourselves
returned.
IV But before the decision to approach the act of creation were to be
to determine whether there is or is not, contrary to the clew
consciousness.
I was obliged to examine whether the birth was
or birth is a normal sensation
rewinding live.
I had to peel off the previous membrane itself.
should have put away all other learning
already trained and be prepared to clarify whether it is really beginning
like that - at first.
V was on my way to discover
last freedom innocence:
distance between the membership and belonging,
between appropriations and allocations-from-the.
Once you reach to that, I said to myself,
no longer do violence,
because I have no reason to force things
to something else but you always are, I will make
overcome and understand the creation. I will overcome
art. I will have living proof
where the beginning and end of the globe.
VI Then I washed my feet, forehead and eyes in a river.
My evening prayer was all of the doubt.
Do not study the creation of persistent inquiries
the worlds and you do not know of protoplasm,
and yet live, and yet they are from something?
Maybe somewhere, in addition to, and we are not conscious, for there are
reach something about: blank?
Perhaps we are to them: nothing.
Maybe we have them, empty?
How many times have passed through us,
and we do not know their intent?
How many times have we passed through them,
and do not know our intentions?
Is it a form of shape, or form of something else?
VII gave me a vatar. Donated to the silence.
And Twilight is presented. These are their words:
How to find and read parts of the border,
if persistently looking for the place where it does? Each
the bottom - the universe something under it. Each
the sky - something shoal above it.
How to touch the end, when it is only the wrist? In the province of Bar
plants and reeds is an example of the enormous.
Which is about - the ocean, the whales him - friable.
Who wants to touch the edges should not stretch your hands.
should turn down the mind.
Maybe you and know that you are flying,
but have not tried all possible ways.
VIII I donated to the wind. He gave up quietly.
I think I understand.
whole thing was, say, the fireworks
swiftness with which the transmitted and received mind in return.
why it is said that outreach is nothing
to - recognize your own posts.
why it is said that the area:
experience that touched us
own touch when we returned from the future.
Maybe I was the sun gilded the sunset:
I was strangely calm, with a rusty halo of hair.
I was ready to create.
IX All my life I was besieged
wish to create yourself a live bird.
bird that has only one.
Maybe I should have to try earlier.
I was a child and, quite unmistakably,
dospevao I do everything in what I can do not believe it.
Shaping formless, I took a handful of nothing.
I am not adding anything. I am not taking away anything.
And I had always something new on the palm.
What magic material!
What a wonderful line!
What splendor of colors and surfaces, shadow and light!
whole life besieged I look forward
to create a bird unlike any other.
X Leaving childhood, the more I caught
for content that can capture
and preserve evidence.
Sometimes it was important to show yourself you.
Later we all become insufficient.
the end of boyish age, but I knew how to behave
purpose, such exhibition.
Sometimes I was attracted only tajansvene science.
Now I stood fascinated by the magic of the ordinary.
As I had nothing but sand, I
pokvasio it in water and umesio bird, because I suddenly
SVATIE that I can do such things.
zinula I I isukao sword from his spine:
I breathed my bird steel blade instead of wings.
XI All I did so silently, slowly and imperceptibly.
I'm a little tilted his head, then closed his eyes:
I thought of sand as the waves and spills,
and yet has its own peace, and connectivity, and security,
because nobody has caught it in a hurry.
encountering disasters. He
silence them with their weight.
Overcome century.
He outlived them and buried.
sprang the wither civilization.
So he gave them aligned traces.
What's worth the largest stage after centuries
if not around the auditorium? Death is not the end
performances, but the lack
audience.
XII That's why I know how some things slowly, like sand, while
puts a deaf ear to the space around them and listens
sound that makes us different from others.
only one who is caught in a hurry,
can be lifted over the beginning and end,
and be the ruler of a landscape, a researcher
beauty or ugliness of things around you
and general sleep. Who
hurry - zakasniće. Broad astonished pupils
will always remain defeated. Forever only subject.
XIII Be careful, I said to myself. Be careful too.
The validity of careful observation of events such forms
who excrete once, so many times multiplied,
is called: the opportunity possible.
So all the evidence and cover up
explain how a person.
In many of the same marbles each child will vary.
not know what to say at. I do not know it or to call.
child knows sculpture, but recognizes shapes,
because they have.
Be careful not to put themselves in what
do not even deserve to be refuted.
XIV From afar, the stars are heard as the universe.
From afar, the birds sound like a flock.
From afar, people can be heard as mankind.
not enough to hear.
should remember your ears.
should have a sense of infinite range.
who does not already have your ear - no hearing.
who has no interest - I'm not sure that he lived.
XV I said to myself is this:
have learned by heart as they happen, the differences between tissues
leopard and tissue pineapple,
and what is the reason why no pebble flake
or amoeba - bear.
Reject all other teachings and decides to dokučiš
why personality - a personality.
The excessive error to constantly discover secrets
you missed that odgonetneš public around them.
You have learned by heart just discovered wise,
instead of what you learned to hide wise.
Now, I said to myself, be careful.
odgonetaj not secret, but an act of deciphering.
XVI Day, too bent over, dropped in the hills, loaded with plenty
purple and gray.
What an incredible blindness, I thought
go looking colors.
Something told me that I failed to grasp hands
space to the outside.
do not know how else to call this a hug
which extends from the interior in all directions.
Something told me to touch the edges and contours
slowly starting to understand sculpture.
XVII There are authors who masters dreams.
do not know how to do it, but I dream
what they themselves determine.
Menu lacks a reasonable state of art.
I never do not know in advance what will truly lips.
And whenever I shut my eyes - I was sinking into disorder and chaos.
in the interior of sleep.
So this time: not prepared,
once I met with in early life,
at the beginning of his great and najčudesnijeg sleep.
It is a terrible loneliness.
only place where the dignity of full stops.
acquaintance with their own work.
first time I was truly frightened.
XVIII There are authors whose vision
retains edge as palm karateiste, stopped and tamed
exactly on that crust where magic dwells.
I see under the skin firm and dark objects.
see the joints and nervous system of space time.
do not know if I see a shape, if he does not see the formless.
not visible without noticing his invisible.
Everyone I work at the meeting back to the madness transfixed.
And what I've overcome. And one that just goes beyond.
who consents to the creation, he agreed to surprise.
XIX I must agree, and the fear.
Suddenly, in the midst of a spell, pokosila me hunch:
what I wonder how it beats me in the palm?
Creator?
Or just point guard?
What is it that cells of that being said, enough is?
Am I chose not to further break down?
Have I decided how long can I grow?
I ever noticed at least in a certain procedure
one's ultimate goal?
What my masters wisdom? My skill?
and freedom?
Is not my freedom - freedom to be focused?
not that my work and my life - someone else's job?
XX Whose is this bird?
What am I transfer? Whose message?
What is my hand As far says a lot?
Am I decided that there is nothing
touched upon and that the form completed?
Why do I suddenly stopped lays up sand and water and add
life is life?
Why is anyone my work until late form of thought?
Whose thoughts?
who has already mastered all my perfection?
XXI Suddenly it seemed to me from thence
Milky Way, where stars sink into the ancient future,
lost behind the hills of space and time
exhausted watching some light: a little round black.
Yes, someone was looking at me.
Something has watched the something that I do.
Suddenly, I did not know what I am:
soon as you use, I see - for the breath before, but what there
I used the black.
Am I finally had to face the direction
who runs away from me to - here?
XXII The dramaturgy of what the ignorant call chaos
to black there surely has to know about:
what I had before me,
what I am now as I am,
and what will I be when I'm not.
must know such as: How can I have a gift
to do living things.
Am I a prophet? Courier? Or some kind of god?
Am I that broke out at another
much more spacious inside?
XXIII To describe something as black and looks at me
the southern heavens neporubljenih August
it would take many words,
- so it's black talk
sucked into their silence.
Yes I saw it as a whole,
around I had to twist upside down,
- is so tied to black mnogobojnog
in your facility.
that I'd covered,
I would have to agree that what I cover,
- so it was black interior art
outward.
Was I the spirit of a different nature?
I been here and I was still somewhere?
Am I now or before now and then?
How to achieve our true condition: the presence or absence
?
XXIV I donated to tell. And I bowed to the sand.
My soul, I said, raskoračena and wall-eyed, and the only thing we
solid ground: an imbalance in the head.
Earth is the principle of motherhood.
Who, if not my mother, to explain the meaning of
to resist?
not to behave like a stream
who has a terrible fear of the flood.
Do not act like a turf
who has a terrible fear that he will be buried in the ground.
Do not act as a candle flame
who has a terrible fear of fire.
Can one of you to learn how to change the rhythm of mind?
miss, I see, sort your kind of god.
XXV When I touch your fingers taste the wave, and crowds of water
feel light kiss.
When I touch your fingers taste belutka,
in the white heart of the volcano feel kiss constellations.
When I touch your fingers taste of your lips, feel the breath
timeless kiss.
What form of light when he came in the form of darkness?
Is it personal or impersonal consciousness?
What is the nature of light when he came into the nature of the dark?
Is it personal or impersonal content?
How do I determine what I
singular or plural?
XXVI Our teaching is not a system, they said.
But science can become,
if not thoughtlessly accepted, but constantly
opovrgavano with much discernment.
And then those who have inspired him,
arguing in defense of the infallibility of their religion,
will have to ascend to reach such
called i: understanding.
Our teaching is not a complete science.
For almost always on the side of science payload
those who successfully deceive and opsenjuje truth.
Proof is in the truth. It is always true.
proof is in the art of using the truth.
XXVII They taught me how to think then and I say.
not touch the form of gravel,
than the shape of their toes in the contents of the stone.
Do not smell the grass, but the smell of their
nostrils in the contents of herbs.
not listen to the sound of wind,
than ringing in his ears the content of air.
not seen glow of moonlight, but
brilliance of his eye in the contents of light.
not taste the taste of rain, but
taste your breath in water content.
Too many words were spent to explain
what is required silence.
XXVIII We are not in tune with heaven, saying,
and harder for us to find a question than an answer.
And we are the Greeks in fear, and too ignorant
before the one drawn up as a black light.
Watch this natural order around us,
to reproduce experienced instinct, the herd
identical, the stampede of life,
to illogical: the logic of Nature.
Buds of all colors and shapes from your soul fly into
Now the unerring direction - toward the sun.
Any new source known to drop down to the river
like going that way who knows at that time.
And we have to skip the first word.
Everything around us is another word, like a bird that you hold.
XXIX How to explain, they said, is that the gelatin eggs
adept swimming as soon as izmresti?
How to explain it, all of which, no surprise,
a ready-made habits?
Everyone is starting to live so amazingly safe
as if someone has previously trained by long.
Maybe the past is just ignored the present?
may be present only ignored the future?
Perhaps the only unknown neglected familiar?
Go, they said, and finish your work.
PART XXX Thus was born my only bird.
in ignorance and fear.
doubt and panic in the sand. And a bitter admission of water.
At first she did not understand that through the infinite comes out.
It is not no doors,
- it's a different kind potpuo švatljivog.
And when she failed to pass the speed,
no ruse to push under the edges of the infinite,
Finally, in desperation, she remembered the opposite direction.
The one, the kind of reality is inverted on the reverse side.
And as soon as the plunge myself, have gone out from themselves.
XXXI I watched amazed by this act:
saw that the club its space unfolds in a funnel,
basin through the twisted loose completely devoid of dimension
and from there to highlight and reverse wound
on something that is opened as a living space
neighboring , this reality.
However there is another sea, opposite the sea.
In each river, the river that flows toward its beginning.
No mislenih noun.
No invisible - only the helpless eyes.
I really saw that her spirit to be born.
XXXII turned into plasma, into one of those forms
called wet and soft titled man,
in a flash went through a point without size
and become a bird:
memory of perspective vortex.
Keeps, which each exhale
lost its memory through its own throat.
She is breathing!
In a different reality to that is it was unnecessary.
She is breathing!
This means that it began to be forgotten.
XXXIII OK, I said. I recognized you, bird.
Now I see that you did not create nor do we knowingly
your extraordinary form suddenly.
You are something of myself, a beautiful bird, and returned to you
we naturally
like me, when I was born
,
slowly returned to the teeth, vertebrae
rigor, curiosity, or the gift of speech.
You are the culmination of the movement. My and your.
Ignoring time. My and your.
brevity of flexibility in an endless white gesture.
XXXIV I held it there, that's in your trembling hand.
I held it carefully, cowering and wet.
was soft and clear like the light the lamp.
I felt that wind in the precious jet
flashing fluff with my ears and nostrils
celebrating their pre-whisper this toržestveni day
day on which the rolled areas.
O, O earth, I said,
see what we have created you and me!
We made the wings that do not grow out of the body, but
from the spirit of these birds.
We made magic that will never grow old.
We made a creature that is the same age as eternity.
XXXV hardest thing she has fallen
fragile swiftness with which the performers had to remind
the very celebration of flight.
There are still two maybe:
- or me to help her,
- or herself understood that in this state
named for something that seemed most appropriate to baptize
name: movable top creation.
not easy to feed the space of one point.
The smaller form - increased hunger.
XXXVI emptied her sky. Killed prey.
I gave her the freedom to identify the air,
to be melted together and permeate each other.
Sit, I said, right next to me with water. Last
duty creator, first blessing, a little
Pocuta with his work.
With silence everything magically fits
you missed to say.
I have no intention to teach you, bird of my delight.
I can only remind you of some principles
krilatosti.
rest is in you. Present. You know it.
I can only remind you that you do not know that you know.
XXXVII A Bird said in his deep silence:
not horrors that you do not know what you already know.
much greater horror that I do not know what else I do not know.
in ash bows
wind is evaporated over the landscape,
crowned the canopy and deposit on the leaves as bitter
dust.
Slowly, I said. The question you are too
and I have not dared to think about it, let alone
and to explain.
I am obliged to tell you Ten legacy.
not about flying, but about the dignity of your wings.
rest is your business.
XXXVIII behest first bird:
Once you've found in the current inside,
means that you had to somehow get into.
So says not explore here and there, but
moment of contact - the door between.
not study the form. No outline. But something
the blending of the temperament of his character matter.
not studied tone. No sound. But: echo. No
range. No color. But it
which holds airy for themselves: the balance.
not living tissue before and after the fabric of life,
than the act of spilling over from one consciousness to another.
not architecture. No bricks. Study the openings.
study the mouth area. Breath.
XXXIX Another testament bird:
same suit, from a variety of reasons,
may be a failure or to be charmed.
same length, measured by a variety of needs,
may be there somewhere, or even be there.
same light for someone's salve,
for a sunburn.
not change the motion, time and boundlessness.
not change the words but their meaning.
When a school overthrows another school, it is true
upright on the ruins of the old:
uses the same material, just different
deploy.
No change is based. No change is learning.
only thing that changes, they are - the teachers.
XL third testament bird:
All can be proven through the already proven learning
or reasoning which is barely discernible,
but things will still flow to those who travel at speeds
your thoughts. Receive
so with caution evidence of a rhinoceros
the floating easier or more difficult doable job,
if he dedicated himself to such a touching Science
his whole life too serious and respected.
There is something not to learn.
Who can say how the leaves change color? Who
fire to be hot and the source to be drinkable?
Where are trained to be stars shine?
What is the teacher sent us to breathe?
Force can not be any sort, even gifted.
XLI behest Fourth bird:
Občaj is to set one and another
and reflect on their similarities or differences.
We ourselves have to find a different rule comparisons.
We therefore take a
and compare it with himself. Inside
escapes out. Outside plunges into the depths. We call this wisdom
cosmic gesture. Before each departure
first preval
distance between here and here.
between first steps and of itself.
XLII Fifth behest bird:
liberate themselves from slavery to freedom,
it still does not mean a break with tradition.
break with tradition,
It still does not mean: to have some knowledge in the hands. Have
in the hands of knowledge,
it still is not the possession of one's opinion.
Have an opinion,
it has not, and alienation from the habit.
Alienation of habit,
it is still not the declaration of war.
Declaration of war is not yet the victory.
victory has not, and history.
history - it is still and eternity.
Eternity - it has not and freedoms.
XLIII Sixth behest bird:
With unconcealed respect
treat
those who do not think like you.
Just consider them worthy.
who thinks like you, you take away the ability
displaying a wind
and other similar movable skills.
not take it for a caller to his
beslovesnošću not invalidate
sense your victory.
with undisguised respect
treat
those who are worthy to overcome them.
XLIV Seventh behest bird:
real and great pilots, those who are our role model and
you most believe,
have the time to withdraw from the sky, because
agape at the beauty of his artistry
bother those who come.
Dead trees are charcoal.
defunct coal is the wind. Still
fire ashes
sprouts roots from which new trees.
Therefore, a wise flyers to time withdraw
and not crowd the sky.
XLV Eighth behest bird:
During your observations
all the spells normal state of mind.
Why argue a
that blue glaciers of Greenland brown
if he saw them pink?
They're actually the same: the same white. Let
during your observation
crimson red flowers that are yellow
reminds
drab purple to green.
Possibility the impossible is achieved when the ingenious creation
lose sense of the obstacles and hard,
slip to all projects, even the wind
and forever cease to engage in dialogue.
XLVI Ninth behest bird:
who only consider themselves as a whole, this could be
and move away curious
to constantly watched both of their essence
and understand how to route to here
lead in that direction.
But who themselves want as a whole and include,
it must equally meet both volume
and be very vague in the clarity of view and very
ambiguity in the clear.
For this situation themselves, which is still there,
get into that state itself, which is already quite here.
We call it the dignity of all things.
XLVII Tenth behest bird:
Run through the mind without fumbling. Smoothly.
no intention. Stresses. Loads. And coercion.
not anticipate in advance the depth of any momentum.
Do you think you dug - dug in their thought, because
not able to accompany you.
Placca and I laugh because the same thing. At the same time.
At the same time to go back and forth and back and forth.
At the same time forget, or remember.
Flying is the moment when you realize that you
in all, anyone can replace
not only in their own immortality.
I do the best I know. I am not the skills could. I dug
tremendously. I am terribly mortal.
XLVIII Should I call you a teacher, sir,
asked me some kind of bird scented
smile while the wind sniffed the breath of heavy wet
shadows and squinting in the distance the rubber
that shortering and stretched at the foot of the hills.
teacher gives input to be helpful to everyone,
and you are so rapidly took its creation
and you are not even told me how to peel me
with the limits of space.
For all you know, pre-guessed answers
without fear that it will be accurate
without curiosity why are indeed correct
much later when be studied or proven.
You make flocks, but a special case
krilatosti.
Can I call you master, sir?
XLIX If you are a teacher, explain some things.
Can I beautiful to believe in what I do not know what it is.
Do not believe in myself, although I do not know what I?
But I need know why I believe.
Why toss?
Why do you think I live?
Why do you think I am a bird?
And why do you think I winged?
Perhaps only because you are in me
noticed that I am so fascinated by the freedom
me uncomfortable and that they belong to themselves.
L What makes something
which is temporarily made of sand,
like me,
sea and sand as he thought: temporarily?
How the oldest
my question has to be under divine questions of the universe?
What the two of us talk while we're silent?
The creation of life?
Or to create already created?
Is it the same: the same? Or is the same: different?
LI 'm terribly soft and unresistant.
I feel like the tides.
Maybe a stone thinks of me that I was ugly and slimy
,
as I think of cuttlefish and frog.
may be poured and the frog bastard me and stone
because they are equally hard.
I'd like to correct some mistakes of the learned.
To peel the severity arbitrary.
to figure out what is considered to be mystical.
I have received all ten of your legacy,
but they are yours, not mine experience.
If you give me your name
and force me to his thought, which will then
grow?
LII And this said, I do genealogy,
but we find it incomprehensible that I came from nothing.
I am no sand or water. I am no longer either.
This from what I tell you,
the form of fluffy birds,
- this is only temporary my condition.
No I'm afraid of life. I'm afraid you do not remember how I
times already was dead.
I fear no death.
I'm afraid I'll forget again that I lived.
LIII It is strange that with the creation of life,
admitted her tired.
No, do not call me teacher.
just a random student of light.
I went north to somewhere
izučim difficult trade moulders Dir.
It was painted art design thoughts
breath and many here are classified into poetry,
but the difference in skill neizdisanja
superfluous words.
This is the first time vajam.
Going down the river I prayed wind
and the light I noticed
and helped me to create you.
I chose a teacher who has survived his death.
LIV on the side of the horizon, where it is already dark,
roll down the first stars.
millions of years, sent us a green light continuously.
It remembers their experience: what is nothing.
Remember that wood gets pregnant.
Are bees ancestor or descendant of his soul.
As long time ripe.
How can I enumerate all the senses clay.
In what is set boundlessness.
I'm not telling you their truth, but truth
light.
Father ignorance is not going to find out.
Father of knowledge is must.
largest thoughts occur in the gap.
hear the and you will hear: There is something like a speech rights.
I was hard-set. I had to learn.
LV Is it finally time, I said bird
that you throw into the sky?
You belong there.
Believe me, I admitted,
I barely managed to Your way.
Now I no longer have any power to delight.
Good night, "I said.
And I threw it straight up:
fly in purity, my bird!
not know fairer tribute
that I could give to you.
made a circle over my head
like to draw your aura. I flew.
In the mirror I looked like water on a god.
LVI Since I finally managed to ignore some weirdness,
to ignore the habits and sensibilities
proceedings and to avoid the pitfalls samodopadljivih Sciences,
to ignore the effectiveness of color and shape,
duration space and its purity,
to ignore the question: what is content being,
of which it is made,
to disregard the question of whether I frame the reason,
or reason to what surrounds me,
- it was finally time to understand the meaning of the game.
I think I understood it.
LVII only, you should have it some say
and ugliness. The evil and death.
on decaying matter.
But I was wonderfully clean and innocent in those years.
I was an unlimited confidence in nicely.
thats what I was asking me about the dream.
I had heard all the impossible
that can happen in the first youth.
of over enthusiasm, the spoils of perfection,
happened to commit plenty of unforgivable mistakes.
largest of these was that I dealt with the signs,
instead to watch the sign.
LVIII Water wind in the intricate network of rivers. Wind
air cowed scurf.
great time separation: the shallow water fish have dined
silence.
Somewhere far away in the hills as if
for me and the little bird cried.
rain.
What a busy day of learning and the decisions!
