With Chingiz Aitmatov
The method of self-foollation
There are severe flaws in augment
of all our so attractive theoretical conceptions and conclusions
who takes this mistakes and ramifies them in the whole,
creating a universe of illusions and blunders.
We get some wacky questions
like who created God?
Why the theory of Multiverse
not logged scientifically
in way checkable by experiences?
How we get sagged in
and dwelled on it fatally?
The best thing for us now —
to keep our mind with something serious,
much more serious
then wandering in pure dreams and phantasies
without being hardwiring to reality at all.
Hope to miracles
If our world has not any purposes,
why our science and methods have to be inflicted to this
things,
which we called as experience and being prove for our thoughts, theories and suggestions?
If everything around us disliked proofs, aims, purposes and precise calculation, measuring and registering,
why not to hardware just for pure miracles
into such uncertain environment and universe?
The purposefully hardwired humanity
We are all hardwired to the purpose of life
from the beginning
filled and overfilled with the aims, missions and ambitious plan.
It good for great men, scientists
and for the other exceptional persons and events
but how about the grey majority
that filled up the backbone and the skull of humanity?
Maybe for them, it needs just to live,
to be alive – for all of us
and enjoy with that reality as it is
into the much more relaxing state and mode
and it would be better for exceptions,
when such passiveness of majority
created the condition of superconductivity
through the hollow coolness of our relaxations,
through our empty heads
they reached miracles much fast and sufficient?
But think about
what happened in the world
when every nerve cell in the head of humanity
awake for active life and creativity —
It will be a fantastical superconductivity
of superconductivities
when absolute majority
awakes for creativity!
The symphony of Kyrgyz Mountains
With friends – poets, writers, philosophers
Look for countless snowy peaks, eminences, ridges
one by one stretching to heaven.
covered by slopes, furrows, clefts,
divided by canyons and valley everywhere
Where it all is going
and what about telling us —
the mountain grandeur infrastructure?
For what aims and purposes these peaks
have matched so and fought eagerly?
what about this fight revealed and predicted us —
about happy future
or about new round and circle
of 100 years stretching suffering
and calamities.
So many things
have kept these peaks
intercepted by valleys,
canyons, slopes,
which crossroads by deep furrows and stone ravines
and bordering by great ridges?
What the secret they are unraveled?
What the dastans, tragedies, love stories have kept
into this grandiose geological convolution?
The Kyrgyz mountains
have often resembled the site
of some divine extraterrestrial activities
bearing hidden marks of superhuman
forces and wonders,
like matrix and patterns of greatness
looming from future,
far above our mind, imaginations and labyrinths
What are we looking for?
We don’t know yet
what are we looking for
amid so many revolutions, plots and overplots,
which had been engulfed in our country
all these 30 years of independence,
why our politic
so tormented our people
with the everlasting run
for the lust, richness, and power?
mister Trump, when you will stop this worlds cacophony
of the biggest, middle, small and micro hegemonies?
And what will be happened the next
if all these which we about to witness
is only a beginning?
Our planet has sucked by the vortex whirlpool of Hell
undoubtedly.
O come on!
Snap out of it!
The abundance of beauty
Every year of my life
I grow more and more convinced,
if the wise is the best
then we have to fix our attention of a good, of a beautiful —
to all that things
with which so abundantly filled
all corners of our dear Kyrgyzstan.
Yes, the best thing we can do
to fix our attention and respect deeply
all the marvels around us,
independently
which one of them clearly depicted
or not so
have been hidden deeply
into hardened face and heart of reality —
Конец