(V. Pańkov, 04-07.06.2013)
WHEN YAH TURNS ON PERFECTION (part II)
With arms around each other,
We’re holding our bodies,
Winging strongly further,
Exceeding all the glories...
Scent of flowers carries us,
Waters, fires mix so thus,
On night we’re holded by those charms,
You feel so safe in my warm arms...
All heights an’ air grant you kisses,
All dirty stuff your heart now misses;
You’re drinking ávidly from Cup,
Your net elation is so sharp...
You may say that I’m naive, -
Yes, I’m baby of the eve.
Stop resist! We’re in last now phase –
The Truth you hear takes out of maze...
How and Why the stars dance tángo?
How an’ Why on Earth do mén go?
How exactly all this happens?! –
Understanding really matters...
All Full answer’s undiscovered,
Most high His ways by Spirit powered
Make you simply stay an’ wonder,
Yah’s lóve is absolution thunder...
An’ we all are flyin’ overall,
‘Cause planet whirls in void at all;
So you know an’ you Can see:
Your thought is deeper than the sea...
Do you feel the elevation over understanding now?
In Word you have a penetration to the things of How.
An’ if you do this declamation closing deeply eyes,
You will drop with no intension in the heart of skies...
...In subtle state of grace
We look beyond dimension,
We’re falling into daze,
When Yah turns on perfection...