Thursday, 1 May 2014

Mozgalica



Od jednog roja pčela 
Polovinu oduzmi, a onda i koren.
U gaju jasmina, jedna grupica skuplja med.
Osam devetina na nebu leti.
Jedna pčela usamljena
Svog mužjaka kako zuji čuje.
Privučen mirisom
Lotosa u cvetu
Od prošle noći
Zarobljen je u njemu.
Koliko pčela u roju ima, 
znaš li dragane moj?

1 comment:

Giga said...

Piękne :)

You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...