"gorski" poems
A bird is a bustle with the nest,
Time growing ripe,
Vintage is coming.
Grapes almost boil in the baskets
Noon, glow,
Sun in the Zenith.
Congeal air waving in the grain,
On the slops grass is almost redden,
And plum-tree is giving the bow.
Who filthy conscience has today?
Leonard Gorski Copyright © 2008
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Every night I look at dark spots
Wild geese sleep on the water.
All flock drifting in the twilight.
Why are birds not flying to the South?
There is The Book of the Knowledge.
There is the Book of the Things
Out of All Recognition.
There is the secret: to know where,
Which Scroll, what and who to belong.
Just myself, until now I can’t find
That mysterious The Library…
Borges says: there is real
Number of the birds,
Even You can’t see and count,
In the motion or for any other reason.
It’s existing over recognition.
All thing: that is not a secret number,
Just we don’t know.
You may imagine:
What will happen when You find
The Scroll of The Universe?
Leonard Gorski Copyright © 2006
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
That great emptiness in my heart
For years,
Spacious as the most distant dream
In which You appear suddenly…
For to fulfill me of Your beauty,
And praise the day and the light of raising,
For not to the precipice in space
Of the missing events as countless things:
Suffering and joy in the solitude of
Life…
That everything - to feel
The exhale of Eternity,
Inhale of Love…
To Be…
Again, and again
Reality tunes up:
Inflow and the outflow of the waters,
The fullness of the Moon and New Moon,
Rising Sun and Sunset,
Falling of leaves and shooting of buds,
Waters circulations around the Glob,
Life - Love - Death and
New Life.
Rhythm and rocking,
The Rise and Fall,
Inspiration and Exhalation
Countless forms of Existence.
Whosoever has the access in
The Fullness of the Beauty and Life?
At front of the Being
Which lasts as an invisible smile:
Mona Lisa or Buddha?
Whosoever participates in
The total suffering of Christ’s
Painful Mystery?
That everything - to feel
The exhale of Eternity,
Inhale of Love…
To Be…
How much do You need
From it
To praise each day by
Art and Work?
How much do You need
To jump into a day, anew
As into a water
With a hope, You can once at last
Find the Secret Script
Which is not soaked through yet, in the bottle…
To read it!
That everything - to feel
The exhale of Eternity,
Inhale of Love…
To Be…
July - November 2008
Leonard Gorski © copyright
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
For my son Kamil
Waiting for the highest level of initiation
I was looking at small regular things.
I know, it’s doesn’t matter: how things show up.
You have to climb up to illumination…
Then You find yourself Inside.
Then Big Silence comes to you,
Bringing total concentration.
Easy to recognize, because
When You there, no questions
To answer… There is no need.
Meantime I smoke a cigar,
And whisper for the small thing:
Just to begin meditation,
After fulfilling my stomach,
And have a nice coffee…
Leonard Gorski Copyright © 2006
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
Then is coming
Mist of the colors,
Cover the sounds.
Then branches
Are bending for thanks.
My heart shortly breathing
In the try to rise
Together with waves
Of mystery river
Over silent stones.
Copyright ©2006 Leonard Gorski
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC