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              V sozidatel'nyh pomyslah
        esli ty --
                    Moe strujnoluchistoe ust'e,
  tvoih samyh vozvyshennyh obrazov
                         neissyakaemyj YA istochnik...
 
 
 

        Skazhi, chto ty vyberesh', putnik:
   mnozhestvo trudnostej po doroge ko Mne
                       ili na puti,
        ot tverdoj zemli otdalyayushchem,
                     ih otsutstvie?
 
 
 

      V polnoj mere ni v chem ne uveren,
  i v sebe somnevaesh'sya ty
                         v stol' izmenchivom mire...
YA zhe vizhu sovershenno otchetlivo:
             etot mir -- lish' poslushnoe
                    otrazhen'e tvoe.
 
 
 

                 S velichajshim trudom
     oblekaesh' v slova
               ty svoi sokrovennye dumy,
no yasno povsyudu byvaet slyshna i bez slov
              Moya gromozvuchnaya Mysl'.
 
 
 

                          Vsyakij raz,
          vnov' s zareyu rassvetnoyu,
ustremlyaya k dal'nemu rubezhu,
              YA vooruzhayu tebya -- kak dospehom --
            nesokrushimym terpeniem...
 
 
 

                        Lish' kogda
     k altaryu Moemu slozhish' ty
                               svoi "net" i "nel'zya" --
lish' tol'ko togda YA tebe vozveshchu,
            chto est' "Da" i "Vse mozhno"!
 
 
 

                         Voin, pomni!
       Ne stol' uzh znachitel'ny Mne
                  v otdel'nyh srazhen'yah
                                              tvoi uspehi,
 skol'ko v zhiznennoj bitve vsegda
        pobednoe, rovnoe tvoe sostoyanie.
 
 
 

        V neuemnom stremlenii k znaniyu,
  ty strastno zhelaesh'
                         znat' vse o prirode.
no tebya YA zaranee mog by osvedomit'
                               o edinoj Prirode vsego.
 
 
 

                              Budet
vo sto krat bol'she shchedrosti carskoj tvoej
                                    Moya Berezhlivost',
   i samoj otchayannoj hrabrosti --
          vse zhe smelej
                         Ostorozhnost' Moya!
 
 
 

              V nashem obshchem dvizhen'e
  ty -- rassudok prakticheskij Moj
                               i Moi zemnye glaza,
YA zhe -- Razum rasshirennyj
                                  vse ponimayushchij tvoj
                 i tvoe Vselenskoe oko!
 
 
 

                Ot mladencheskih let ty
       sam k vershinam poznan'ya idesh'...
   No otveku hranyu dlya tebya
                                 YA poslednyuyu Tajnu.
 
 
 

                           Nesprosta
       ot rozhden'ya tebe
                    vse kak budto chuzhoe snaruzhi,
  ibo v dushe tvoej preobladaet
                         nasledstvo blagoe Moe.
 
 
 

                Dlya chego kazhdyj raz,
          ustremlyayas' ko Mne,
izobretaesh' ty novye, slozhnye sposoby?
   Ved' Menya kak rodnogo Otca tvoego,
                         esli byt' suzhdeno tomu,
           ty dostignesh' -- prostejshim!
 
 
 

      Znaj, uprugie kryl'ya Moej Vysoty
        za spinoj ty sumeesh' togda oshchutit',
kogda osyazanie duhom zamenit tebe
                                                 na zemle
                  vse obychnye chuvstva.
 
 
 

               V zhiznennom stranstvii
        esli ty vybiraesh'
                                Menya svoim Sputnikom,
po predelam zemnym YA tebya provozhayu
                    tropoyu Izbraniya.
 
 
 

                 Tam, na vidu u tolpy
    chem upornej ee izbegaesh' ty pochestej,
tem lish' bol'she,
                       togo i ne vedaya sam,
            proslavlyaesh' sebya v nebesah.
 
 
 

               V budushchem, neizbezhno --
  libo vsyakaya slozhnost' tvoya
                    rastvoritsya v Moej Prostote,
libo zhe Prostotu Moyu mudruyu
       poglotit soboj
                         tvoya mnogolikaya smuta.
 
 
 

                     V mig tot sladkij,
   kogda, ot bor'by s mirazhom utomyas',
                             ty sklonish'sya k zemle,
  YA na nej rasstelyu tebe
skatert' beluyu veshchih Moih snovidenij...
 
 
 

             Nynche esli mudro vo Mne
                       ty polagaesh' svoi zakony,
  to skoro utverditsya v tebe
              Moe bezmyatezhnoe Carstvo.
 
 
 

         Dolgij vek ty rastesh' iz zemli,
                  budto gibkoe, strojnoe derevo.
YA zhe edinstvennym --
                               v suzhdennyj chas --
     stanovlyus' ego Blagostnym Plodom.
 
 
 

                     Esli na Golose
       vnutrennem i blagovestnom Moem
   polno ty sosredotochish' vnimanie, --
miriady zhivyh sushchestv --
                        zhazhdushchih znanij -- vokrug
    posle vnimat' s blagodarnost'yu
                                          smogut tebe.
 
 
 

            ... I hotya Otkroven'ya Moi,
 slovno spolohi molnij nochnyh,
                                         ozaryayut tvoj um, --
    vsya neizrechennaya Tajna Moya
          eshche obostryaet tvoyu intuiciyu.
 
 
 

                      Na piru bytiya
        ty -- tonchajshij sosud,
                                 YA -- ego soderzhimoe;
  ty -- poverhnost' cvetushchej Zemli,
            YA -- sed'moe Ee osnovanie.
 
 
 

                    Kak reke s okeanom,
    chtoby v zhiznennom podvige
                         slit'sya vsecelo so Mnoj, --
slovno Tvorec vdohnovennyj, vo vsem
       posvyati pol'ze mira
                           svoi usil'ya.
 
 
 

               V chas velikogo Tainstva,
        kogda prosiyaet v tebe
                                Nebesnyj Moj Svet, --
odinokoj zvezdoj i v kromeshnoj nochi
         ty stanesh' svetit'
                                  vsej Vselennoj.
 
 
 

               Vsyu, bez teni somneniya,
      mozhesh' ty svoyu kratkuyu zhizn'
                                  Mne otdat' dlya togo,
chtoby totchas, nesopostavimo s utratoyu,
        kak Dar Vechnosti
                               prinyat' Moyu!
 
 
 

                            Mnogoe,
     i bez pomoshchi vneshnej, dlya mira
                         smozhesh' ty sovershit',
 esli budesh' vo vseh nachinaniyah derzkih
                    edinym so Mnoyu.
 
 
 

                  Do poslednego dnya
     pust' na etoj zemle YA --
                                     tyazhkij tvoj krest,
  YA zh -- na Nebe, ot pervoj minuty,
                   tvoe Voskresenie!
 
 
 

                             Pomni,
   mezhdu prozvuchavshim voprosom tvoim
                                        i Moim Otvetom
       bystro promel'knut' mozhet
           odin prizrachnyj mig
                                   ili celaya zhizn'.
 
 
 

                            Voistinu,
     bylo by proshche tebe uklonit'sya
                                       ot sebya samogo,
 chem i vo mrake pugayushchem
                              otklonit'sya polnost'yu
                       s Moej Dorogi.
 
 
 

                Krotok, v serdce svoem
   poka ostaesh'sya poslushen ty
                                           vole Moej, --
dotol' budet k luchshemu etot mir izmenit'
             v tvoej sobstvennoj vlasti.
 
 
 

                   Kogda by vsego lish'
   ot chastyh, bessmyslennyh sporov
                        ushli my s toboj navsegda, --
to uzhe, slovno klad v glubine,
                v tajne dvuh by zabrezzhila
                        tajna Edinogo!
 
 

                        Mozhet byt',
    naibolee vazhnaya istina v tom,
                      chto tebya net, po suti, nigde,
 potomu chto vnutri i vokrug
         kak energiya zhizni samoj
                               sushchestvuyu lish' YA!
 
 
 

                 Vsegda neizmennym
ostanetsya eto zemnoe prednaznachen'e tvoe --
      slovno posoh ruke,
                        sluzhit' Mne oporoj
       v Moem neskonchaemom Stranstvii.
 
 
 

                     Tvoej glubiny
  sostavlyayu YA mudrost'yu mnogih vekov
                                osvyashchennuyu Tajnu,
 skvoz' Nee prozrevaema,
               tochno zhivoj okean, bezgranichnaya
                       shir' Bytiya!
 
 
 

                   Lyubyashchim serdcem
    so Vselennoyu vsej ty sol'esh'sya,
                                      soznavaya sebya, --
kogda kazhdoj kletkoj svoej
                              oshchutish' ochen' blizko
                    Moe Prisutstvie...
 
 
 

         Plot'yu ty -- ochen' malaya chast'
             Estestva neob®yatnogo Boga;
YA -- ostavshejsya chast'yu --
                                Bozhestvennyj Obraz,
                  chto v tebe zhe samom.
 
 
 

              Sluzhiteli raznyh bogov
podzhidayut vezde
               prohodyashchih po tropam mirskim --
     YA zh, kak nit' v labirinte,
                  vedu po puti sokrovennogo
                       samopoznaniya.
 
 

                          Vsyakij raz,
  kogda, stol' neobuzdan vo gneve svoem,
        dopustimogo perestupaesh' ty gran', --
YA, krotkij tvoj Car'
       ozhidayu v trevozhnom izgnanii vnov'
         tvoih yaryh strastej
                                     usmireniya.
 
 

                           Uchti,
kak bez ozhestochennoj vsechasnoj bor'by
            ty ne smog by stat' tem, kto ty est',
  tak bez polnogo mira v dushe
                                       tebe ne udastsya
           v budushchem slit'sya so Mnoyu.
 
 
 

                   V tot trepetnyj mig,
kogda v sobstvennom serdca uzrish' ty
                                      Moyu Vselyubov', --
                 iz glubin Bytiya
     YA otkroyus' tebe Vseedinoyu Istinoj.
 
 

        Izo dnya v den', staraniem dushi
 chem chishche i dostojnej
                                zhizn' stanovitsya tvoya,
   tem sobstvennoe Bytie Moe
                           za nej prosmatrivaetsya
                    eshche otchetlivej.
 
 

     Na obshchestvennom poprishche, trudnom,
ne dlya obshchego l' blaga prihodit
                              k tebe Pomoshch' Moya?
  Tak zhe ty pomogaj v meru sil svoih Mne --
               i ta pomoshch'
          dojdet do vsego chelovechestva.
 
 
 

                  Poskol'znuvshis',
v paden'e svoem nepremenno
                       ty potyanesh' Menya za soboyu;
   podnimayas' uporno
                   vse vyshe i vyshe so Mnoj --
            vosled uvlekaesh' ves' mir.
 
 

                         V te chasy,
     kogda, polon unyn'ya,
           ty byvaesh' s soboyu v razlade, --
s grust'yu,
         naedine s celym mirom vrazhdebnym
                                  YA ostavlyayu tebya.
 
 

                  Ty tol'ko vsmotris' --
       v kazhdom pomysle svetlom
                           i smelom postupke svoem
ty uzrish' Menya iskroj mgnovennoyu
               Vysshego Blagosloveniya.
 
 

                   I Lyubvi Mirovoj
YA tebe pokazhu nesravnennye chudnye grani,
     esli tol'ko ty v serdce
                                 lampadu zateplish'
       k svoim blizhnim smirennoj lyubvi.
 
 
 

                       V zhizni dnyah
       ty -- sebya poznayushchij,
                   YA -- tvoe znanie o sebe samom;
ty zhe -- izmenyayushchij sobstvennyj mir,
             YA -- Itog ego neocenimyj...
 
 

             Vysoko kak by ty ni cenil,
   chem by ni napolnyal
               hlopotlivuyu kratkuyu zhizn',
vse zhe v nej bez krupicy Moej,
                                          dazhe v roskoshi,
          net i krohotnoj toliki smysla!
 
 

                       I ponyne
legko ty slovami igraesh', kak budto
          ne znachashchimi nichego bezdelushkami.
   YA zh i dal'she
        na tochnyh vesah budu vzveshivat'
  i legchajshee slovo, kak vsyakoe delo tvoe.
 
 
 

                       V trudnyj chas li,
     na grani otchayan'ya ili v zhazhde uspeha
              gromko vzyvaesh' ty snova ko Mne
i ne verish' pri etom, ne chuesh' togo:
  slovno strazh tvoj, v lyuboe mgnoven'e
                                      YA -- ryadom s toboyu.
 
 
 

                       ...I eshche:
                 dazhe esli kak Solnce,
YA tebe pokazhus' prebyvayushchim gde-to vovne,
  to -- byt' mozhet, sovsem ne zhelaya togo, --
     v etot mig
             ty Menya izgonyaesh' iz serdca.
 
 
 

                V bor'be duha i ploti
esli nekogda verh ty voz'mesh' nado Mnoj --
                                   proigraem my oba;
  esli zh YA okonchatel'no vostorzhestvuyu --
        pobeditelej budet
                             takzhe dvoe togda.
 
 
 
 

                       Lish' edva
   pered vzorom duhovnym tvoim,
         kak v tumane, zabrezzhit Moj Svet --
 vkrug tebya siluety svoi
          proyavyat dosele nezrimye teni.
 
 
 
 

     Mysl'yu, v polete fantazii smelom,
          ty namechaesh' risunok gryadushchego --
 v lone Vechnoj Real'nosti
                                      vizhu YA
        narisovannyj Znaniem oblik ego.
 
 

                     Byt' Vladykoj
         duhovnyh derzanij tvoih --
                            Moe neosporimoe pravo;
 tvoj zakonnyj udel --
            obretenie v radostnom podvige
                  Moih Sovershenstv.
 
 

                |to ved' YA, tol'ko YA
  vydayu Sebya yarkost'yu zvezd i cvetov
                        i siyaniem ognennyh radug!..
No ty smotrish' na mir
                            izuchayushche-pristal'no,
  slovno ne zamechaya Prisutstviya v nem
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