p;           Znaj, v vyshine
 beskonechno prochnej Moya Tverd',
                           chto prozrachna, kak vozduh,
      chem vnizu opory privychnoj tvoej
            nepodvizhnyj, holodnyj
                            granit.
 
 
 

          Kropotlivo vspahat' i zaseyat'
                             ty hochesh'
           zemli plodorodnoj otrezok,
  hotya YA kak naslednyj udel
                                  dlya togo otdayu tebe
                        celuyu Zemlyu!
 
 
 

                      V svoem serdce
  ty veru pitaesh', leleesh' nadezhdu
                                      i teplish' lyubov',
YA zhe -- v ognennoj sushchnosti kazhdoj iz nih
            i vse oni, vzyatye vmeste.
 
 
 

                        Podobno tomu,
   kak idei nastojchivo ty
              pretvoryaesh' v dejstvitel'nost',
iz zhivoj i plastichnoj substancii
                                           gornego mira
                      YA ih formiruyu.
 
 

                 V svoih iskan'yah uchti:
  skoree vstretyatsya dvoe
                                  v bol'shom labirinte,
chem na tornoj i mnogolyudnoj doroge
                                             odnazhdy
                my sojdemsya s toboj.
 
 
 

                             Ne zrya,
ogranichen segodnya vo vsem,
                         ty idesh' ot vozmozhnogo, --
  tem zhe putem i vedu tebya berezhno YA
                       za predely ego...
 
 
 

                Kak zakon neprelozhnyj --
        chem glubzhe
                tvoe odinochestvo v mire,
 tem tesnej lish' so Mnoyu tvoe edinenie
                    v sobstvennom duhe.
 
 
 

           Inogda, upoen krasnorechiem,
  miru ty propoveduesh'
                                slozhnye istiny;
       YA, odnako, vo vsem polagayus'
    na ispoved' chestnuyu, nemnogoslovnuyu
                            serdca.
 
 
 

               Kak v gigantskoj mozaike,
 mir tebe viditsya slozhennym
                               iz otdel'nyh chastej. --
    Utverdivshis'
                        na vnutrennem fokuse,
     vnov' my vozvrashchaem emu
                          ih edinstvo.
 
 
 

                  ZHivotvornym ognem
     ves' YA rastvoryus' v tvoej krovi
                                        i chistom dyhanii,
           esli, kak vo svyatom altare,
ty Menya pomestish'
              v svoem lyubyashchem serdce.
 
 
 

         Vnov', iz smireniya lozhnogo, ty
  ot bor'by prikryvaesh'sya
                                         Roka perstom, --
    no, po pravu Vedushchego, pered nim
           YA tebya prizyvayu k derzaniyu!
 
 
 

                  Ty na share zemnom
 ponevole zhivesh' v obuslovlennyh
                                       meste i vremeni --
     YA zh, kak atom svobodnyj,
                              izvechno uchastvuyu
             vo vsepronikayushchej ZHizni.
 
 

                            Pravo,
           gorazdo trudnee tebe
                       perejti dazhe blizhnee pole,
chem, ne vstrechaya pregrad,
            obletet' Mne Vselennuyu
                                 ognennym Duhom.
 
 
 

                     Legkomyslenno
    esli sud'bu svoyu ty doveryaesh'
                                      kapriznomu sluchayu,
to Igra Moya tonkaya, slozhnaya
      perebivaetsya bezzhalostnym rokom.
 
 
 

                 Znaj, dlya rosta dushi
vo sto krat blagodatnee
                medlennyj spusk v Moyu Dolinu,
  chem dazhe nechayanno bystroe, legkoe
          zdes' tvoe voshozhdenie "v goru".
 
 
 
 

          Pod vnushen'em mirskoj suety
   kogda ves' pogloshchen ty
                                pogonej za vneshnim, --
    sozhaleyu YA, vnov',
                           kak almaz zapylennyj,
           ostavshis' toboj ne zamechen.
 
 

                              Tam,
   gde gordo ty sam vystupaesh' vpered,
                  popadayu YA v tvoyu ten';
  esli zh ty ostaesh'sya v teni,
           v nej uzh mercaet Svet Moj --
                                              Blagodatnyj!
 
 
 

                       Pomni glavnoe:
    chtoby priobshchit'sya polnote Bytiya,
             dolzhen ty eshche Menya pomestit'
                 v tesnotu etoj zhizni.
 
 
 

               V voshozhdenii trudnom
     kogda nad soboyu
                         ty sovershaesh' usilie, --
  slovno muskuly, ispodvol'
                                   vozrastaet v tebe
              Moya bezgranichnaya Moshch'!
 
 
 

                S beskonechnoyu ZHizn'yu,
   kak nitochkoj slaboj, ty svyazan
                              nerovnym dyhaniem;
      v kazhdoj kletochke sushchego
                          YA -- dyhanie neoshchutimoe
                       ZHizni samoj!
 
 

            V temnote bessoznatel'nogo,
     v polusne li, na oshchup'
                             ty ishchesh' Menya...
      No Moj Svet, probudyas', obretesh'
              v polnote svoego soznaniya.
 
 
 

                        Uznik Zemli,
   ty hotel by parit' bez usilij
                        mezhdu Solncem i zvezdami.
Strannik Kosmicheskij --
                            YA prolagayu put'
          mezhdu vidimym i Nezrimost'yu.
 
 
 

                            Opyat'
    udruchenno v neschast'yah svoih
                              obvinyaesh' ty Nebo.
          V svoj chered,
                 YA v never'e upornom tvoem
                        ukoryayu tebya.
 
 

                  K vozvyshennoj celi
  kakim by ternistym putem, v temnote l',
        iznemogshi, ni brel ty, --
na ishode poslednih uzh sil
                      ty Menya povstrechaesh',
            prishedshego Svetom k tebe!
 
 
 

                           Bez menya
     ty -- peschinka odna
                          beskonechnoj Vselennoj;
    zato vmeste s toboyu my
            zaklyuchaem vse, chto v Nej est'!
 
 
 

              Budto za tyazhkoj rabotoyu,
     dni poroj ty provodish'
                                    v postah i molitvah.
Mne zh milee tvoj radostnyj,
                             preobrazhayushchij trud --
                 ta zhe serdca molitva.
 
 
 

         Kak dosadnyj iz®yan il' bolezn',
   nedostatki lyubye tvoi
                                   ogorchitel'ny Mne,
no, kak sladkie soty, otradny Mne budut --
         sobrany vmeste --
                      tvoi dostoinstva!
 
 
 

                       Ten'yu oblaka
          ty pod nebom skitaesh'sya gody --
     slovno molnii blesk,
                                YA na zemlyu shozhu
                         lish' na mig...
 
 
 

                           Kak Menya
  za soboj ty vedesh'
             po obshirnym vladeniyam vremeni,
budu YA Provozhatym nadezhnym tvoim
                   za ego uzh predelami.
 
 
 

             Pust', zamknuvshis' v sebe,
ty nesesh' svoyu skorb'
                       v bezyshodnom tomlenii, --
   slovno predannyj drug,
                            YA tebya budu zhdat'
                  za chertoyu otchayan'ya.
 
 
 

               I tvoryashchee Slovo Moe
      poroj govoritsya ustami tvoimi...
  No kak chasto zdes'
              gromkoe slovo tvoe razdaetsya --
                      s Moej nemotoj.
 
 
 

               Vozhdelenno, s uporstvom
     ty zhazhdesh' zemnogo bogatstva
                                 i grezish' o slave,
zabyvaya pri etom, chto YA -- tvoj dohodnyj,
         po suti, edinstvennyj
                                         Vybor!
 
 
 

                      Po vsyakoj vine
    luchshe teper' uzhe
                 tvoj strogij sud nad soboj,
  chem bespristrastnyj i okonchatel'nyj
                                        v budushchem
                       Moj Prigovor.
 
 
 

                   Kak v polete strela,
kogda budesh' ty vsem sushchestvom
                      ustremlen k sovershenstvu, --
  napodobie svetlogo nimba,
                 operenie ej zolotoe
                                                dam YA!
 
 
 
 

                          V mirazhe
  esli zhil ty vchera gordecom,
                              pokushayas' na istinu, --
                  YA segodnya,
   chto dyuny pustyni beskrajnie,
                 stol' zhe mertv dlya tebya.
 
 
 

                        Istinno, Mne
 kuda bol'shej illyuziej viditsya
                 tvoya zhizn' vo ploti,
    chem tebe,
               osleplennomu bleskom veshchej, --
                   Moe obitanie v duhe.
 
 
 

                        Vse otdalyayas',
       kak tol'ko ischeznut, zamrut dlya tebya
                    zvuki vneshnego mira, --
  to vnutri tebya, zapolnyaya soboyu vse,
            totchas zhe gryanet
                                 Moya Tishina!
 
 
 

                           Vezdesushch,
             YA ob®emlyu Soboyu ves' mir --
  kak yadro v skorlupe, celikom
                 umeshchaesh'sya ty v svoem mire, --
v tom razlichie, mozhet byt',
                tol'ko odno mezhdu nami!
 
 
 

                         Neizmerimo
shchedrej i znachitel'nej budet,
             chem ves' tvoj chelovecheskij vek, --
   ozaryayushchij sotnyami solnc
                          lish' odin kratkij mig
                  Moego Otkroveniya!
 
 
 

                Neizmennaya Volya Moya --
  vyrazhen'e tvoih sokrovennyh zhelanij,
      a tvoya, chto tak nepostoyanna, --
                                   lish' gustaya vual'
                  dlya stremlenij Moih.
 
 
 

              Esli zhertvennost' stanet
    zhiznennym principom pervym tvoim,
      togda budu, kak plod ee,
                           tebe darom bessmertiya
                                 YA!
 
 

           Znaj! i vpred' bylo b proshche
      vlachit' ravnodushno tebe
                                 bremya nevezhestva,
   chem za hrupkuyu Tajnu Moyu --
        stol' nelegkuyu noshu
                                      Otvetstvennosti.
 
 
 

                         Doroga tvoya
      prohodit, petlyaya,
                            ot mesta do mesta,
  Moya skvoz' stolet'ya vedet pryamikom --
                   ot Nachala k Koncu...
 
 
 

                       Iz sochuvstviya,
     s chistoj dushoj, lyudyam ty otdaesh'
                             dolg svyatoj miloserdiya,
 iz Lyubvi bezgranichnoj Moej
                       YA plachu prihodyashchemu
                  dan' spravedlivosti.
 
 
 

                 Lish' za schast'e svoe
                                bespreryvno boryas',
    raz za razom terpish' ty porazhenie;
           YA stoyu za ves' mir --
  potomu tol'ko
                  v tom spravedlivom srazhenii
                          Nepobedim!
 
 
 

                   Inoj raz, kak Iona,
ot Menya ty ukrytiya ishchesh' vezde,
                          kak ot sobstvennoj gibeli...
  No esli YA istinno gibel' tvoya,
              to vo Mne zhe -- i vernyj zalog
                     tvoego Spaseniya!
 
 
 

             Otstranyas', hot' odnazhdy,
         na sebya kol' sumeesh' vzglyanut'
                                  Moim Vzorom,
     to v eto zhe vremya ty smozhesh' uvidet'
             vse v istinnom svete
                                           vokrug!
 
 
 

                          V razdum'e
        poka ty stoish' na doroge --
                                 YA slivayus' s dorogoyu;
gde po nej ty idesh' v odnu storonu --
            dvizhus' YA
                        srazu v oba konca...
 
 
 

                      V planetnom boyu
  luchshe, vmeste srazhayas', pogibnut' tebe
                    Moim doblestnym voinom,
chem bez slavy i chesti i pokrytym pozorom
            ostat'sya v zhivyh
                      na drugoj storone.
 
 
 

                  Slovno sol' v okeane,
  esli ty celikom rastvoren v etom mire,
                    mezhdu nami -- lish' bezdna;
   esli zh chistoyu prizmoyu
istinnyj obraz ego prelomlyaesh' v sebe --
                svetit raduzhnyj most!
 
 
 

             V zhizni, izbrannogo remesla
dostigaesh' ty trudnodostupnoj vershiny.
      Vyshe toj -- posvyashchennogo v Tajnu --
              YA venchayu tebya zvaniem
                                           Mastera.
 
 
 

                     V obshchem potoke
    ty medlenno dvizhesh'sya
                      ot rozhdeniya k smerti;
 slovno vspyat',
           YA stupayu ot smerti tvoej
                                    k tvoemu Rozhdeniyu.
 
 
 

                              Pomni,
prezhde chem Plamennoj Strazhej
      dopushchennym byt' v Moyu Tverdynyu, --
  na etom puti
          utverdit'sya v ogne ustremleniya
                        dolzhen ty sam.