Showing posts with label creatie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creatie. Show all posts

Friday, July 13, 2012

Silence says it all

Oh, maker,
Oh, breaker,
You've summoned me,
Compelled to be,
From dreamless sleep,
I'm called to leap,
To firm embrace,
Thy bidding's grace,
On silver plate,
Surrender fate,
And pray your taste,
Accept my waste.

Oh, maker,
Oh, breaker,
What do you see in me,
What will you have me be,
Immortal sonnet,
Angelic quartet,
The clashing of giants,
Conceptual defiance,
A grey cloud of storm,
With thoughts yet unborn,
A voice on the brim,
To thunder your scheme?

Oh, maker,
Oh, breaker,
Why do you call my name,
Why do you play this game,
Is it a test,
The meaning of best,
Is it an act,
Concealing a fact,
Is it a jest,
Appeasing the rest,
Is it a toll,
The price of a soul?

Oh, maker,
Oh, breaker,
Will you unmute your voice,
Will I be more than noise,
A wave on the sea,
A hand given free,
The clay of a potter,
The air under water,
A kite flying high,
The torch of the sky,
The beauty of wild,
An actual child?

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Cosmogonie

Tata, cum am luat eu fiinta?
m-ai intrebat
si-n vis,
eu ti-am raspuns:

In atmosfera pura,
a lumii de idei,
conceptele sunt condensate-n nori
de o culoare neinteleasa
si o forma inefabila,
sunt angrenate-n galaxii,
in roiuri, superroiuri, hiperroiuri
si orbiteaza toate
in dans latent...
Pana cand,
cu infinita maiestrie,
O mana tainica apuca norul ideatic
il strange cu putere,
exact atat cat trebuie,
asa cum numai ea poate,
pana tasneste seva din tesatua paraxina
a paturii de absoluturi
si-o ploaie de de-ntelesuri cade,
atrasa de pamant.
Multe picaturi
se opresc pe lucruri,
pe fapte,
pe vietati,
cateva
ajung, precum un picur de sudoare,
pe fruntea unui om;
in general,
acesta,
dezgustat de mirosul fetid al trudei,
se sterge grabit
de stropul ce-l furnica tot;
din fericire,
mai sunt si aceia care
exulta atunci cand o asemenea picatura
le limpezeste chipul,
o apuca cu grija,
sa nu o franga,
o saurta suav,
apoi o imbiba,
cu rabdare,
in hartie...
Desigur, sunt si mai putini
cei care nu se demobilizeaza
atunci cand copiii lor se nasc neanimati,
insa numai acestia au finalmente posibilitatea
de a-si perpetua linia.

Asa ai luat tu fiinta,
sufletul meu.