From nothing you become sad.

From nothing you become happy.
You are burning in the flame,
but I will not let you out
until you are fully backed,
fully wise, and fully yourself.
--- Rumi

• TRUE POET’S FELLINGS

«Your body hurts you as the world hurts God» – Sylvia Plath (in 103).

THE ANGEL

The angel was flying through sky in midnight,
And softly he sang in his flight;
And clouds, and stars, and the moon in a throng
Hearkened to that holy song.
He sang of the garden of God's paradise,
Of innocent ghosts in its shade;
He sang of the God, and his vivacious praise
Was glories and unfeigned.
The juvenile soul he carried in arms
For worlds of distress and alarms;
The tune of his charming and heavenly song
Was left in the soul for long.
It roamed on earth many long nights and days,
Filled with a wonderful thirst,
And earth's boring songs could not ever replace
The sounds of heaven it lost.
------ Mikhail Lermontov