These gray pebbles are like precious stones here and now.
Are these gray days of insomnia and snow will end once
because their shining attracts Spring
in this place of the Old Universe?
But the road will never end.
It's like the Mobius strip.
it's like the endless c'est la vie.
- Dear Teacher, you're a genuine Master of mastering puzzles.
- Why that? Those who have eyes, they would hear.
- Synesthesia?
Both laughed like children.
The wind bells waved spreading the smells of thyme and mint.
Do not be afraid!
The world is changing.
This is a blessing.
Never before the spring of time has been compressed like that.
The voice of intelligence and light was never heard so loudly.
And the fortresses are falling, like card houses.
And card players are getting into thin air.
Listen!
The Earth is alive.
She sings a lullaby, she purrs like a kitten.
She plays Mozart first then she plays Stravinsky.
Do you really need to search for a wisdom?
It is warm and cozy here.
Immerse yourself in meditation on golden light.
Listen to Mozart 40th Symphony.
Listen to the Holy Spring by Stravinsky.