🧡Somewhere Over the Rainbow #37 With Prats in our hearts🧡 - Page 100

Good morning!

Nado, it means Avi is finally moving back to her home city.

Christmas Eve today, what plans for it?

Have a great weekend everyone, enjoy!!

Originally posted by: nn027

Dear Vibha, I am glad you liked the lyrics. This poem by Miroslav Antić has four parts. I will post them all, one part each day.

AN IMMORTAL POEM

II

Really, have you sometimes thought

about what does it mean to die?

And where in fact does a man disappear?

What is it that takes him away forever?

Don’t go to cemeteries.

You won’t understand a thing.

Cemeteries are the darkest fair

and an ugly theatre.

You are not meant for such theatres,

with no hope and fire,

the theatres of dried up tears,

where graveyard rules reign,

where there are no quarrels and songs,

and no applause.

And the end is known in advance.

When playing riots

and your formlessness,

don’t you ever wish to secretly reach

new dimensions of sense

in neighboring futures?

I’ll explain it to you one day.

If you find me there.

You know what I’ll do:

I’ll brake your toy,

the one called pain,

if you get up the courage.

I’m not lying to you - I invent

things that have to exist,

but you haven’t discovered them yet,

because you haven’t even looked for them.

Remember: reality is more real

if you add unreal to it.

You will know me by silence.

The eternals don’t talk.

To outwit the wisdom,

learn how to listen.

Great answers

show themselves to you.

After countless births

and some petty deaths,

when you realize one day

that all that breathing

doesn’t make a life,

Really, come to me,

to touch you with light

and turn you into thought.

Even the farthest future

has its future

that carries inside

the voice of its future

And there are no empty worlds.

The thing that we are not aware

of is not nonexistence

but existence without us.

Miroslav Antić

The second part is even more profound.....all that breathing is not life, how beautifully expressed. I can empathize with everything said in this poem, I often ponder over what happens after a person dies and related thoughts, so, so deep and prolific this poem is!! Thank you for sharing and enriching us!!

Hello friends 🤗

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Nado , ' house shifting means ---- Avi is shifting to another city.

Померање куће

Pomeranje kuće

----

Ави се сели у други град.

Avi se seli u drugi grad.

😲 Oh, it's really serious business, in every way.

Happy moving for our Avy. Thanks Madi for the clarification. ❤️🤗

Merry Christmas, my dear Rainbow friends. Have a great Sunday with festive buzz. 🤗❤️

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!

Nado, it means Avi is finally moving back to her home city.

Christmas Eve today, what plans for it?

Have a great weekend everyone, enjoy!!

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!

Nado, it means Avi is finally moving back to her home city.

Christmas Eve today, what plans for it?

Have a great weekend everyone, enjoy!!

Thank you Vibha. ❤️

Avi changes not only the house but also the continent. It's a really serious change. All the best to Abhi and her family. Now Abhi will grow up with his relatives.

Tonight is Christmas Eve for Christians who celebrate it according to the Gregorian calendar.

Orthodox Christmas is January 7th so I still have two weeks until then. 😃

Anyway, Merry Christmas Eve to all who celebrate. 🤗

Originally posted by: nn027

😲 Oh, it's really serious business, in every way.

Happy moving for our Avy. Thanks Madi for the clarification. ❤️🤗

I know, you are going to celebrate Christmas next week. 🤗

AN IMMORTAL POEM

III

If you hear: I died

here’s what it will really mean:

Thousands of colorful fish

will be fluttering through my eye.

And the ground will hide me.

And the weed will hide me.

And, in the meanwhile,

I’ll be flying high… High

Remember: there are no limits,

but only temporary limits.

I’ll be sailing above you at downs.

Downwind, slippery like silk.

I’ll be showing you horizons,

outlines of rising era

and future sights

with beauty of invisible wings.

…

I’ll be resting from unimportant,

like galactic flocks,

that have grown together by pulsation

ongoing in their souls.

I’ll be resting from unimportant,

like deep forests,

that have grown together by branches

into dense embraces.

I’ll be resting from unimportant

like big birds,

that have grown together by wings

and weaved a net in the entire sky.

I’ll be resting from unimportant

like great loves,

that had grown together by lips,

even before they met.

Do you really think that my hand,

knee,

or head,

could, tomorrow, turn into clay,

willow’s root

and grass?

Do you really think that a small secret,

or a silly fear,

could, tomorrow, turn into

silence,

darkness,

and dust?

You know I come from somewhere from the stars.

I’m all made out of light.

Nothing in me will

extinguish or shorten.

I will only,

as simple as that,

at one random dawn,

return to my distant Sun,

with gold in my eyes.

Because, I was meant for theatres

with plenty of heart and zeal,

theatres of laughter and tears,

where there is no order,

where there is quarreling,

and singing, and screaming, and applauses.

And the end is not known in advance.

Being punished for my every thought,

let alone my every deed,

I’m suspected of tenderness

And found guilty

for not extinguishing love with hatred

but with new, bigger love

and I don’t extinguish life with death,

but with something differently alive.

The last borders of infinity

are just the beginning of more endless.

He who lasts longer than more lasting

knows not for short term knowledge.

Never torture yourself

with the question: how to survive,

But: how not to die

after the final death.

Miroslav Antuć

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Good Morning, Nado. Have a great festive weekend. 🤗🤗🤗

I know, you are going to celebrate Christmas next week. 🤗

Good morning to you too Madi. 🤗❤️