DARIUSZ BERESKI

DARIUSZ BERESKI

TO MALGORZATA

I'll enter the state of death calmly with no pain, merging with The Great Mind, Emptiness, the God of Christians and Jews and Muslims or with The Ocean and I'll stand again on its shore, speechless with delight over its endless infinity.
Malgorzata Braunek


on transparent
fragile sapphire
a tear drop fell
it dissolved the violet of clouds
the oceans consumed the rainbows
turned the colours of foams
into the cashmere blues


words remained in minds
and their echo travels
to the feet of The Woken
you gave your heart
to the atoms of good stars
you abut with no emptiness
endlessness swaddled your soul
you've become the essence of Dharma


on the transparent
fragile sapphire
a tear drop fell...









THE LIBRARY OF BIRMINGHAM 
THANK YOU FRANCINE HOUBEN

on Broad Street
the light of the rainbow circles
weaves a gold and copper cobweb
on piled up cuboids
the intertwined circles frozen
like sculptured lovers in the act
on the volumes semi-shadows
of incomplete brief thoughts
long dialogues
great and small improvisations
Joyce's fervent streams of consciousness


under a wax glance
in the corridors of the tenth floor
Shakespeare's death mask
is reflected in parabolic mirrors
of the round interiors
the viewpoint of interpersonal spaces


I stand humbly once again
facing the horizon
which transcends me
...the horizontal place …
I close the last page of my notebook
I look at the city and the sky
it speaks to me imperceptibly

Birmingham 06.2014r.








REMINISCENCES

figurative stuccos
are silent only during the day
the manganese black
of lively eyes
compassionately looks out for
the forgotten sources
of absent waves
of dried up traces
of once meandering
blue rivers
stucco hearts
frozen in gestures of disobedience
beat only during the night...



listen...
a kettledrum beats a dull
monotonous rhythm
the pagan spirits of the primeval
goddess of love, Milda,
mutter incomprehensible words
of ancient prayers...


the army of two thousand
stucco figures
leaves baroque chapels at night
in a crystal boat
they sail in search
of a sunken altar...


in a basilica with a transept
the whisper of elation
like an echo of
St Peter and St Paul's
valediction
returns dully
from an empty presbytery...


listen...
a kettledrum beats a dull
monotonous rhythm
the pagan spirits of the primeval
goddess of love, Milda,
mutter incomprehensible words
of ancient prayers...
Vilnius/Lithuania/ September 2014









MAYA

a journey into a touch of eternity
of immeasurable laws
and unfathomable mysteries
a journey where the abyss sways
where blue traces of a nebula
are a tangible illusion
and the river's current clear ...

Maya mirrors the rainbow
of a multi colour river
sharing the glitter
and immensity of sweet drops
absorbing consciousness
of the living beings...

younger sisters Maymakan
and Judoma long for
the breath of the Jugjur mountains
similarly as you long
for the swiftness of a moist breeze
and the smell of a larch taiga
since it soothes every pain...

when a tear runs down a rock
and falls into the river
it becomes the river
carves in granite
its own paths
that become eternal
we remain in the absolute
Maya is the journey
of our fate
do not hesitate...

Dariusz Bereski

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