The person could be considered both guilty and innocent, if he knows no boundaries between good and evil. He would simply live his life. He would just exist. His life would be unconscious. As existentialists would say, he wouldn't overcome his being.

The struggle between good and evil, righteousness and transgression provides us our own hell. And if we - those who got used to pain and drama - would be forgiven and sent to Paradise with the bright sun and soft climate, would we be able to find there rest and enjoyment?

Only an ignorant one or a holy-fool can enjoy the delight of the quiet land. We`ve got used to be the tormented with our own demons and uneasy conscience.

All of us are kind and angry, alive and dead, sinful and innocent at the same time. We are the essence, world matter, a kind of substance, an animal type...

Does the God judge animals? "All dogs go to Heaven..." Dogs eat mice, gnaw each other, chase cats, steal sausages, copulate... Still they look at us with the eyes full of serenity, devotion and kindness. While the human is aware of the boundaries of good and evil...

We suffer from lynch- law, self-flagellation, self-torture. Moreover, we are in permanent fear of the last assize beyond our lives` limits. Maybe the The Expulsion from the Garden of Eden is the expulsion from the serenity...

2017

Time

Time has many unpredictable ways to return times of past refreshed and renewed. Possible and impossible shades of old fade at the daytime and thicken at dark. Waterlike epochs merge into the vessels of days, weeks, months.

Indifference turns into gratitude. Gratitude oozes bliss. Bliss blooms with love. Love decays to bleed. And then it bleeds, nourishing the soil of wisdom, feeding trees of cognition, impregnating seeds of devotion.

Time raises its own garden, where the sun is the spirit of life, where the life is just the chain of the memories, where the memories are the tastes of the wines. And the wines are the blood of emotions.

2017

The Flame-Searching Tale

Once upon a time the firehead Dragon lived down the apple oak. His green eye watched the world from out the grass so green and so bright in the morning.

The firelike Dragon watched the tree and the Sun above watched the dragon.

The tree was godlike and abundant. The apples were red and sweet. The oak was tall and strong. At night stars were like the sparks on the dragon firelike scales. In the daytime the Dragon looked like the son of the Sun.

The Dragon and the Sun lived in unity. The one above warmed the Earth. The one below watched it.

The era past, the year past, the day past and the minute. The clay appeared, and the man appeared from out the clay. The Clayman was too weak. He needed fire to make him stronger.

So the Sun promised to strengthen the Clayman and gave him the faith for his heart to believe. The Sun was wise; he kept whole the earth alive. But the autumn came. The rain fell down. The Sun hid. Only the firehead Dragon shone in the forest.

The Clayman came to discover - he found the oak so tall and so strong and the Dragon down the oak, whose bright green eye looked at him. And the Dragon said that he could have given the fire to the Clayman to be strong and some apples to satisfy his hunger. The Clayman looked at the sky but saw no Sun shining. He remembered that the Sun promised to give him flame to live with bless and strength in his heart. "Keep faith", said the Sun. But the sky was cloudy and no Sun was shining. "How can I believe if I cannot see?"- the Clayman wondered.

The winter was close. So the Clayman asked the Dragon to give him fire and to feed him with the apples.

The flame wrapped the Clayman from under his feet, and whole the garden suddenly turned into fire. All the abundant trees in the woods, the Dragon watched for so long, flashed with fire. The terrible fire ate all the beauty and couldn`t stop eating.

When everything turned into ashes, just the Clayman remained. He was torn with remorse so that he became a human begging for mercy.

The wise Sun came on the darkened sky and spoke to the human: "These are two fire-sources you can take your strength from- one is high above your head. It warms and gives life to you and your small world. It is rare and sometimes it even doesn`t warm you enough to believe, but be sure it does; keep its` spark in your heart.

You can also feel the fire at your below. But the below fire is fast, it is close and it promises, but it leaves you nothing, but the torture and the ashes when it ends.

The human gave a nod.

The ashes made soil thicker and soon the human grew other trees.

The fire head Dragon was overthrown to the deepest core of the Earth for his shine not to seduce humans anymore. Sometimes it tries to watch the world, once so friendly to him, but brings just earthquakes and suffering. Now oaks bring just acorns that are tasty just for pigs.

As for the human, he is still searching for fire. The fire in his heart and the fire above sometimes seem too faint for him, although just they are healing. The human feels the fire down of his stomach and in his limbs. This fire is close; it is restless, but causes just destruction.

Time flows. And the human learns.

2017

The Spring Has Come

The spring has come. It sprang like a witch on the broom, laughing, etching its mark on everything and everybody.

It seems even, that the spring hides something carnal and carnivorous, promising hot summer heat. It hisses, imping feathers into the bare poor wings of human hearts, still it ghoulishly digs into the minds, poisoning and intoxicating them...

Everything is of the sweet, bitter, rotten, earthy scent... Nothing is fresh, cool and sparkling. No wind. Just wine, winding, twisting, stretching mind over and over...again and again.

A strange preception of the spring...

2014