what are we but a bag of bones and love?

some of the most beautiful things wouldn't exist without suffering.

this is the proper mystery of the world.

Romanian village in winter

a visit to my sister's grave

she should have been 23 today, 06.12.2014.

pre-innocence

before we know it, here we are.

and then allow enough prodigality,

incessant solitude through which we

know to arrest the vitality of sorrow.

I am sorry, I did not know that a sun could slide to kill

right down my side of virtual frenzy.

I thought I was standing of flesh and good were the legs

to receive the attention of other legs

and up we were finding each other’s ending.

I was wrong.

on the road from Newcastle to Nottingham

I have succeeded (not to succeed?)

the man and the swan

forgiven by hidden eyes

no therapy will substitute the faith in these hidden eyes.

no peace of mind will come form striking matters of sight.

no hope is possible, no seal of reliance,

nothing but this forgiveness by hidden eyes - eyes

known only by the sacred mind of the one forgiven.

Petrica Bistran, 01.08.14.

Fit for my King

permeated by grace I stay fit for my king

to participate in God’s intricately honoured life

through my pure work for him and others

for him.

bistran, 31.07.2014

Miri's Blue Planet