Author of quotes: Absalom Underwater. Page 5

It is easy to hurt.
Easy to cry in grief.
It's hard to stay up.
It's hard to stop in time.

The light shines through the face clean washed.
Twisty life path only a mouse tail.
The joy that fills the soul of everyone, it is open.
The answer to the big question usually is simple.

Give me my external world - I will decorate.
Give me inner, and I will transform.
And will lose you both - I'll always be with you!

A sad image to me troubled soul,
just stay with him alone:
about the emptiness of worldly efforts of our,
not an equal world that created the Void.

My thoughts slowly floating
the river of Time
and, crossing the continent of Being,
flow into the ocean of Eternal Oblivion.

The verses come in the night of enlightenment.
The wheel of creativity drives the spirit of doubt.
To the yoke of misery luxury bull harnessed
and circle of the sun to sunset was approaching.

Tardiness is the guarantee of my success.
Slowly, the monster of the sea
lifts the eyelid and production awaits.

The whole mirror reflects only half of the Universe;
a broken heart is sometimes capable of
to accommodate the whole world.

If you reason, come to mind thoughts,
their drive away sooner, as long as not attached.
They're not yours, remember, and think through them at leisure
no better than somewhere stolen to hang on the rope.
You can probably one day for them to honor,
to say: look, this is what yourself;
but look at this - will see you over the barbed fence
and leave one out is unlikely to have to manage.
These steel wire - different habits of thinking,
the spikes that protrude in a mess - some thoughts
judgments;
and everywhere I look my mind's eye not detecting
once a new piece of excellent fence building.
There, behind the fence, life, living, as they say,
roses and rhododendrons, or maybe a simple ground;
go animal creatures, sequoias grow, baobabs
blue mountains and river, yellow Sands of the desert.
But it's possible so, maybe it is not true,
and while that reliably shows what the fence inside:
cut from gray paper and various images
of what composed, as they say, the real world.

Peeping - don't listen,
eavesdropping - not ewupawly,
the stew of destiny bokusheva,
and else be indifferent.

You can go by plane,
to go by train fast
sail a car in a Blizzard -
only it would be much.

The prophets of his century
alas, I know not that.

... and trepyhayas, heart
will open and will become intelligible world,
hitherto unknown, and the fate of
his creatures, strange for the mind
you will seem intuitive and familiar.

Man walking on a mountain path
not knowing what will meet you around the bend
and if it keeps God,
he sees the next turn.