Golden Island

Our Golden Island is shrouded in fog.
And something there flickers:
whether it is a lighthouse or deceitful lights.
Tell me, where's all the people gone?
Our ship is empty!
Only ghosts around, only shadows.

There are the wall clocks and ink paintings in this weird room.
It's so quiet, so cool on such a hot day,
because the walls are made of limestone.
This house looks like a fortress.
Neither a Sarasin nor a knight might enter it:
the ancient curses guard the roads.
Here you can sleep sweetly,
It's so easy to fall in love, to compose madrigals and gigues.
It's so nice to write sonnets, triolets and haiku.
It's so fascinating to meditate while watching the streams
named Samsara and Nirvana.

The torn wounds are healed so quickly here.
The scars disappear like foam on beach.
It doesn't matter what you call this place:
whether Paradise or Valhalla.
Gallant warrior, you are here because the battle is over.
You'll come back home as a poet.
Just give the coin to the Boatman.
This very life will be erased in micro second.
Don't worry! The new one might be brighter.
Don't hesitate! Your coin, dear Poet. 

- And that all these miracles are supernatural?
- Oh no. It's just that people set conditional boundaries with their limitations.
  All that for them, called supernatural. But the nature has no end or beginning.
- So our weakness is due to us?
- Sure. In fact, most people live being in a state of inspired reality.
- Is the search for the Grail, Eldorado, the Emerald City illusory?
- I would say that this is wandering at night on the paths
  on which the rakes lie.
- Do I have to stop searching?"
- No. You're just looking at wrong direction.
  The key is in the egg, the egg is in the
  chest. And where is the chest?
- In my chest? (pointing to his solar plexus)
- The chest is just the chest. But it's not made of neither metal nor wood.

They are smiling falling into meditative ecstasy.

My thoughts, oh my thoughts, you're my only joy.
I enjoy your swimming quietly like the golden boat from my childhood fairytale.
There's Ivasyk* on the other bank and Telesyk*.
Kundalini's snake settled into the pit.
These words are incomprehensible
will come in handy
to those who intent to dive into the nightdream in the West,
to wake up in the East.

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* Ivasyk Telesyk - a hero from Ukrainian fairytale.
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021