Are you alone? Plain solitary? Oh!
It must be really dull and scary! No?
But how’d I know? It’s loud and very—
It’s very busy inside.

A monastery?
Should be swell!
The sanctuary of an all-private cell!
But it would get packed just as well—
More like a special-offer road motel!

Bizarre and strange—
Beyond belief!
The crew—the chief!
Three is no charm,
And two’s a crowd—
Extremely close,
Incredibly loud!

Changing like weather,
We stand together
Through sun, rain, heat, and gloom.
Birds of a feather,
We need no tether—
We scatter, but we gather.

Lemon or cherry—
Not necessary
Between them to decide!
Why build a barrier?
The more the merrier!
When it is so very
[Link to the music below]
Never mind
The rainy weather
Have gratitude
For the kind-
Ness of the Heaven
And this peaceful solitude

Will quickly tick
And tears~
Will be shed
And you
Will be too weak
Tired to seek
Your years will be gone
And you will be so weak,
You’ll be meek enough to cease
To seek

Rise and look around
Behold the overarching beauty
Of the forever-lasting sound
Behold the beauty
Of the forever-lasting sound
Behold the beauty of the omnipresent God

Is but a breath
It’s the inverse of inspiration
Life is breath
So life is death
Death is the end of our days’ tuneful music—it is the result of our breath
Death is a part of our breathing
Long live vivifying death

Never mind
The rainy weather
The cloudy weather
Is the variety of years, of our weather and its mood
Of our music and its mood
Without a difference there is nothing bad or good
Have gratitude
For this mood
And imbibe the music
Of these drops
Till it stops one day
Until it stops raining
The rain
Will end soon
Make it understood
Chorus (for instruments): Breathe till it stops

Words to Concerto V in F minor, BWV 1056
2. Largo []
In bird conversant,
Of sloth freed,
I wake with verse and
I'm Siegfried.
The melancholy poetry of spring
Austere December upside-down has turned.
A lilac bush has blown with many sparrows
And snow-white moon is shining like an iceberg.

Clouds in the sky are speeding chased by wind:
They are of blue silk sewn by caring Nature;
The streams are running fast both here and there,
And one can smell the melting snow of winter.
BasilLvoff Aug 9
Nonexistence means absence of the past.
Absence of the past means death.
I feel the frailty in the heart, for which this altitude is hard, and vigour in my body, which is longing for you so much. I shall tell you at home...
The take-off is close.
There is no horizon.
Everything is white.
The snowdrift is like an unreturning sea wave, drifting aslant.
Far away, there are the planes’ sham silhouettes and blinking lights.
Colours are dingy, blue and white; sad.
As solidified grease in cold broth, there are snow spots on the airstrip.
BasilLvoff Aug 8
O Messenger of my free will!
My Constitution and my Bill
Of Rights to go or else to stay,
To genuflect or disobey,
To flee by indecision haunted
Or make a leap of faith undaunted,
My foot! My ankle! Knee! My leg!
You can outrun and you can lag
Behind—you have me in your hands,
Though, wait, I ought to make amends:
No wish I had you to insult,
This is the pitiable result
Of my irrational muse that goes
To places that she hardly knows…
O foot! Our history is in debt!
Without you we would not have had
The famous feat of Marathon
And crossing of the Rubicon,
Without you there would never be
A way to kick the ball or ski,
And even being resolute,
I’d still be late for my commute.
My legs! You make the whole world run
And in addition bring us fun!
feet, legs, Rubicon, marathon, ankle, knee, commute
BasilLvoff Aug 8
Historia! Magistra est!
(Though there is nought in her instructions,
Old truths show through her palimpsest.)
Her law are mishaps and destructions.
Sometimes, a fawner of the strong
Then, leader of the rebel throng,
An abject serf of Providence
Who wrecks the prophets’ evidence,
A web of nonsense and delusions,
The only isle of sane conclusions,
A bosom friend with whom you brood,
But foe of the conditional mood,
A lasting monument to blunders,
Slayer of creeds and their founder,
A book of fate and calumny,
World’s music and cacophony.
history, teacheroflife, historia, historiamagistra,
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