Poems by Maria Shtil |
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Poems are translated from Russian by Maxim Shafeyev.
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Cry from the Heart
Confined in the prison of the body… Call for help getting stifled in my chest… Unable to flap my strong wings… “Oh, my Savior! Set me free!”
He appears and looks at me softly Saying: “You are already saved! This is not a prison or a close cage Look: there is neither lock nor key!
You are a free bird, remember that! You fly high and sublime is your flight, A flap of wings — and you are Free, Far away from all sorrow and grief!’
Eyes light up with hope from these words: I will fly away in a flash! …But I am getting stuck, like before… Unable to move in the least…
“You must be laughing at me, my Teacher! Help me, please: I can’t bear that pain! How can I reach the Abode of Freedom! “It is closer than the edge of your wing…”
“How can You…?!” — “You are a free bird, But you hold yourself back by your tail… He who can’t fall in love with Freedom — Is unworthy of Freedom for now!”
Stunned by His words of truth I understood Him at last. Permission to be Free I can get only from myself.
(November 1997) |
Вопль
В плоть тяжёлую замурована... (Ноябрь 1997) |
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From David Copperfield
One cannot know design of God As long as hearts are blind and deaf. Get all pieces of the puzzle together: The Truth is hard to find in the ocean
Do not forget, when coming to the world: The whole Creations is illusory! When coming here, do not uproot Your ties with the Infinity!
With dazzling white Fire Burn the burden of the body chains, And from the other side of the Mirror You will conquer both space and time!
Look around in every direction: There is no limits to “Transmirror Realm”! Thus there is no point In looking only at the material world!
Reality is where there is only Him, And there is no limit to His Love! You see, it is in Him only that we exist, Whether we have a body or not!
(Written down from the words of David Copperfield, August 1998) |
От Дэвида Копперфильда
Предначертанья не понять,
(Записано со слов Дэвида Копперфильда, август 1998) |
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Teaching You Everywhere
Find Me, recognize Me, In the diversity of people in a crowd! Hear Me, see Me In the kaleidoscope of days!
I am in the silence and in a crush, In the forest and in the buzz of the city. Learn to see Me everywhere — I am always in everyone and in everything!
I am in all, that you can see, Invisible canvas of everything. I have woven on Myself Traceries and laces of Maya.
Here is My Great Masquerade, Where I have innumerable faces! Find Me, recognize Me Under the masque of friend and enemy!
Joy and sorrow, pain and laughter Are patterns of My carpet. Take scales of Maya from your eyes: See Me in everything around you!
(Written down from the words of Sathya Sai Baba, March 2000) |
Учу тебя везде
Найди Меня, узнай Меня (Записано со слов март 2000) |
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We Are Captives of Power
We are captives of Power1! What a great fortune! When we realize that there is no choice Any problem becomes easy to solve, The right answer gets found right away.
We are captives of Power! Such a great blessing! When we recall that death is waiting ahead All unnecessary gets burned like a paper, The outer husk falling off.
We are captives of Power! And this is the reward! We know that our Path is steep and hard. Let love and courage be our support! Because turning back is impossible now!
(About the Teachings of Juan Matus, December 2000) |
Мы — пленники Силы
Мы — пленники Силы! Какая удача! (На тему Учения Хуана Матуса, декабрь 2000) |
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To Live — Unaffected by Maya
To give love to the Father — Means — to live in Him, To live always, even when Your body is burning in fire.
Fear and pain recede, Even death steps back, If you live in the Father, And if the Father lives in you.
Learn from Me then, Having moved death aside — To live in the dazzling Purity, To live — unaffected by maya!
(Written down from the words of David Copperfield, June 2001) |
Жить — под Майи пеленой
Подарить Отцу любовь — (Записано со слов Дэвида Копперфильда, июнь 2001) |
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From Lao
There is joy of spring on Earth! Everything is permeated by sunlight… Air is pure and transparent, The gardens are enveloped in pink haze…
All lives are in My hands, On My palms — flowers and birds. “I love you!” — heart sings The song of songs. I am in every speck…
The fragrant juice of life Flowing through my hands… A kiss from primordial depths Gives the Power of Life to all that is living.
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От Лао
На Земле — ликованье весны! (Записано |