Eagle flying over a dragon's nest.
The sun's flight over the nest of the Milky Way.
The flight of the Angel of Death over Los Angeles.
The flight of collective consciousness over the Valley of Dreams.
Everyone flies while flying.
Nobody knows where they have to land.
Everything is spinning.
The spokes merge into a glowing disk.
Indians call it the Samsara Wheel
It shines like living silver,
or mercury.
It shines like a sweaty Freddie on on-line stage,
when he sings Bohemian Rhapsody,
or Maria, you know her double family name Sklodowska Curie,
after gaining a lethal dose of radium,
but she did not aware of it and continued to rejoice,
to smoke thin cigarettes and to read lengthy novels,
written in the golden age of French literature.
- How to overcome the walls in which Man is exhausted in captivity?
- Dear Son, why are you bothering with human problems?
You don't belong to them.
- Ok. Who am I?
- You are different. Born twice, going to the third round of rebirth.
- Don't make me laugh, heavenly Father, Odin, Yahweh, Krishna, or whatever else
you may be called.
- Call me whatever you want, my dear Kotigoroshko.
They both burst out laughing.
If you want to fly, just fly!
If you want to feel weightlessness, dive into super salt water.
You are as old as the Earth.
So you're not to be afraid of anything.
Just make it fly.
15.45. 19/04 2021
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© Valentin Luchenko, 2021