Some time I’ll his footprints find?
Suppose
Supposed I of many a kind
To be its color black or white.
To be it the trouble, or be fine
Always supposed over much time.
But now should I for ever suppose?
Perhaps there are things about cost
I don’t know anything. Why
Supposed always over so much of time
Or I was very hopeful and saw
In black perhaps a little white? – Befogged!
When black is black, and white is white,
What can I in one color find?
Supposing it is a great mistake
To look for light across the color black?
I understand, but my character
Pushed me always to be looking for light.
I’m ready all my life mistaken to be.
But I have hope – to find what is of need to me.
If I suppose all, everything in the night?
That I have found the color white.
It must be moon, or the shining star,
Or the Milky Way, or lightning in the sky.
The space for me – always a lighthouse!
Suggest
To make a suggestion, my sky, —
What must I this morning write.
About what my thought must bear,
Suggest me some beautiful idea.
About dreams? – It’s very good —
This idea has many a fruit.
Dream-land is very rich to the thought
So wonderful, but then, better not.
All thoughts of dream are meeting here.
All people send such best idea
In land this. How fine is some
That humanity will have done
For dream-land only of goodness thoughts.
And never would they send the frost.
But maybe not in the dreamer’s land,
Who saw it? Always dark night
Eyeless can see. But hope can
Help eyes mine to get an eyeful then.
In the heart is the eye, one can all see
Always one doesn’t close, and is free
It is observing silence in our life
And low is the suggestion, if mind
How must it think, when dream in the night.
Represent
Represents every day for me something
And what I’ll do with the trial this?
How can I stand the test of life,
And how make the decision right?
When can I find my hearty friend,
Who would help with pleasure, won’t leave
Me ever with my troubles great?
But I must simply not be afraid.
Together better, than be alone,
But sometimes I’m afraid won’t find
My hearty friend. But helps me hope,
And every time inspires one thought.
About suffering I won’t be forgetting,
Always remember hope while thinking.
The way is thorny, very painful
Alone am going myself thankful
Among thankless people here.
But life represents a good idea:
To be or not to be?! What to choose?
What answer to this question,
Have chosen I? It’s quite possible
I have done it already. My answer is simple, —
Represents every day for me the likeable people.
Thought about thought
What is the meaning of the word thought,
Who did invent the first of the lot?
What is it made of? Who is the master?
It’s very interesting to find the answer.
But where to look for its history
And who can answer right, mage? Mister!
Someone is here, who can answer
The questions mine? Keep silent, master.
I want to know why are thoughts
So different, diverse. My God!
Why are they living all together? —
It can’t be of one mind! The weather
Can’t be simultaneously awful – fine,
But why do the thoughts live in place one.
One thought is ready to be cut,
But the other helps, and is treating the heart.
Why judge from every time by my feelings,
Are they false, or enemies?
Why are you fighting all the time, —
Go back from where have you come,
Let live in mind mine only the right ones,
The beautiful thoughts. Like grass
Let grow them gratefully and nice.
Sins
I have so many sins, but short is my life.
When can I turn it to the path right?
The ones that pushed me
To sin are like stones to the feeling free.
What must I do? I don’t want
To live together with the dark spot!