victory – freedom

an unthinkable victory within my reach.

a true victory – freedom in every sense of the word.

Cézanne's Cave

this is bad

01.03.2016

I live today because today is holy and the task 
of the day will sanctify tomorrow.

against all evil (cut)

against the evil one, two, three, cut...

forever sacrificed.

all saints start here

to be holy is beautifully impossible

wild boar jumping through the woods

for you brother J. W. for you J. and W.

the sky is here compact like a metal pig-house

under which we grunt for precision,

but you, my friend, are free.

and don’t worry about time – time is the only thing we have;

stop finding it, just write, love and, yes,

make something beautiful

like the sound of this wild boar

caught jumping through the woods. 

ready inclined

already halved. inclined

to light. soiled in beauty.

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

Dobre si Bistran la una din ultime

între doi misterul e perfect realizabil; blocat
la unul oprit singur in drum, lucrurile stau imposibil de marturisit.
dar fără această confesare de lumină trasă peste orașe
nu vom înțelege nimic.

the world's unsettled ones

substanța care dilată toate lucrurile.
nu există decât Dumnezeu.
dar limbajul e limitarea lui Dumnezeu.
e stângaci când ni se adresează.
puteam rămâne la sacrificiile animale pe altar,
la temple și oracole divine,
dar nu, Dumnezeu știa că le vom abandona
mai devreme sau mai târziu.
și apoi vine Christos
care încurcă natura lucrurilor,
bunul mers al obijnuinței,
care răstoarnă totul,
și prin care Dumnezeu ne dă ceva
care să ne ocupe toată istoria.
Christos îl umanizează pe Dumnezeu
și ne îndumnezeiește pe noi,
neliniștiții Universului.