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Озорнин Прохор Николаевич
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10.12.2010

Храм

Матфей 21:12-13 Марк 13:1-2 Деяния 17:24-25 1 Коринфянам 3:16-17 2 Коринфянам 6:16 Откровение 21:22
Церковный дух теперь иной - Он ритуальный, в меру злой, Скупой и черствый, как свинец … Неужто так просил Отец?
Не так, конечно же, не так, Но фарисей стал Сыну враг, И, не поняв Его весь путь, Распял повторно по чуть-чуть.
Ответь, церковно поколенье - Он деньги ль брал за исцеленье? Людей Он разве отлучал? Учил их Он - иль поучал?
Он проповедовал Любовь, Прося за души вновь и вновь, Но низвели любовь вы ту, Сменив на блажь и суету.
От гнева толп Он защитил, В ком дух горячий в сердце жил, А лицемеров и лжецов Прогнал Он прочь в конце концов.
Но расползаться стал обман Уж после первых христиан, Ведь их "наследники" затем Столь не хотели перемен.
Им важно было суть убрать, И ритуалом дух связать, И исказить ученье столь, Чтоб дух утратил свою роль.
Коль из камней не строил Он Очередной торговый дом, Имела Церковь смысл иной - Но поп отправил на покой
Весь смысл первый данных слов … Он был прекрасен, не суров, Что Церковь - ближних духом дом, И нет крестов, камней нет в нем.
Он ложных храмов не сложил, Пока Отцу в любви служил, Пока дарил намеки вам, Что будет Суд, и по делам
Воздастся всем без исключенья … То знай, церковно поколенье! Он молвил в притчах про закон, И Храм любви слагал все Он …
Иль мне напомнить вам о том, Как тех торгующих хлыстом Он выгнал прочь из "храма" вон Под лицемерный вой и стон?
Обман проник, застрял в веках, Зажал церковник свет в тисках, И он мешал понять всем нам, Каков наш самый главный храм.
Обман сулил надежде крах, Он заменил любовь на страх, Вогнал он веру в ритуал, И жизнь он в счастье отвергал.
Так ныне "чудом" стали мощи, Труп откопать - живым что проще? Заместо духа свечку жечь, И повторять бессвязну речь?
О, где же разум, где же дух? Фанатик, гнев есть твой пастух, Церковник, крест злаченый твой Не даст твоей душе покой!
Покоя нет - есть Жизнь и Путь, И Храм иную помнит суть, Что столь разумней и живей … То Храм сердец, а не камней! 08.06.2012

Черное и Белое

2 Коринфянам 11:13-15
Все черное белым предстаться желало, И черные дыры в мирах прогрызало, Прорвалось и вышло наружу во гнили, Прорыв перекрыть тот и к вам приходили …
А черное - белым, и черный - точь белый, Расстались с надеждой, порвали вы с верой. Коль белое - черным, все белое - черным, То мир будет жить на века обреченным.
Все черное белым предсталось уж в мире, Возьмите же гири, несите же гири! А белое - черным, все белое - черным? Вот кто-то шагает уж в стаде покорном.
Коль темное - белым, а светлое - темным, То в беге ты в бездну пребудешь проворным. "Все черное - черным, а белое - белым!" - Учитель чертил нам движением смелым.
Пусть черное - белым, а белое - черным, Лишь белое жить будет в Храме просторном. "На время лишь черное выглядит белым", - Учитель писал на доске своим мелом.
Казаться пусть черное черным не хочет, Но гром нарастает, он в уши грохочет. "Жить черное в мире для белых не будет, Закон справедливо все души рассудит!"
Не время для темных, не время для черных, Осталось немного вам глупостей вздорных. О, слабые духом, сойдите с порога, Взгляните, шагают здесь Ангелы Бога!

23.11.2011

Записки Безымянного

Awaken !

The Earth is cradle for the men … But that is just the part of plan, For it has yet another side - The Earth is sleeping deep inside.
And with the Earth sleeps humankind … There is potential for mind That was forsaken long ago, The man preferred to lay it low.
That man preferred to fall asleep … It now, like newborn, breathes deep, Yet knowing nothing of his kind, There is little use for sleeping mind.
He has forgotten whom he was And he has still so many foes, Who hunt for him in own dreams … He's always victim - so it seems.
He may believe in thousand things, To these beliefs he always clings, But there is yet the other side - He's sleeping deep, so deep inside.
There are so many forms of sleep … You'll have to make a quantum leap To free yourself of dream's clutch, All what’s at stake - it's just too much.
There are more than one way To end the night, to bring the day, To step past shade, becoming solar, To soar high, to fly as stroller.
If you are victim - you shall suffer, Your tortures will become all tougher, And day will come, you faith'll be shaken - And from that pain you'll awaken.
If you are stronger than the rest, If heart still beats in own chest, If heart is always full of fire - Than your solution is desire.
Destroy your cage in own wake And grow inside you what it take To shape your heart and mind in one, To dive in self, to dive for fun.
Awaken now, awaken, sleeper! There is still time before your reaper Will take you out of this life … Just throw away your fears, dive!
If own fire will be lit And on the paper it will feed, And for this guide in dire need … Than it is yours - and so be it.

24.05.2009

Flaming Blade

I have been given flaming blade To pierce night and fight with shade, And it is glowing with that fire The source of which is my desire.
It has seen war, it knows of peace, It chopped heads, it burned grease, And it executed swift death, For some it's curse, for others bless.
It has severed diseased limbs, It has exposed others’ sins, It was a torch for ones in dark, Cut out exit to those stuck.
It settled disputes in the world, It used to touch the right heart's chord, Its clang alone can make heart brave, And it is lost for those who rave.
It is engulfed in the flame And thus can make its wielder lame, It brings uncommon sort of fame Which clears heart and grants no shame.
Yes, I can feel its heat in hands … This blade has traveled many lands And many battles it has seen, Those armed with it destined to win.
It's a reflection of a Word, Which always touches rightist chord And purifies its victim's heart … Eternal justice, friend and guard.

03.12.2009

Heart

When one is set in own path He will escape all crowd's mass, And will be ready for the fight With own demons of the blight.
He will prevail after all, But pay a costly, dire toll, That toll will be his former life … He shall destroy it in the strife.
The flame of heart may break one's night, The flame of heart destroys the blight, The flame of heart is endless fire, The flame of heart is your desire.
My word is blade and song is shield, And I'm still fighting on the field In some eternal, endless war … That fight is fierce - but what for?
I cannot flee, I cannot run, My armor glistens under sun, And blood now feeds the earth below … I am, like others, one in row.
My throat is dry, my thoughts all spin, And hope to end the fight is thin, It won't extinguish by itself - For I am fighting with myself.
My mind is helmet for the head, My heart is armor in the red, And as the drops of blood now burn That heart is ready for its turn.
My heart is afire, engulfed in flame, My heart is afire - and yet just the same, My heart is afire wherever I go, My heart is afire - and let it be so.

10.05.2009

Man Of Many Names

I don't know why I feel I am Once lived through all of this - and then I have forgotten who I was, Who were my friends, who were my foes,
How I was called, and how I died … This feeling does constantly bite, But still my memory is mist … It's like I start with empty list.
And yet some sparks of former life Feel very old the time I dive Into reflection of myself - And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.
I feel I once had many names … Are these but dreams, just madness games? I might have gone completely mad, But these feelings long have bred.
I worn them all, they were like clothes For man with many names I was And many faces I once had … I am, no doubt, truly mad.
How one can live the endless life And pass through death … and still survive? And still in times remember that Another own name he had?
They are all mine, I once were them, All these persons in the pram, Like were-man I always shift … Is it a curse, is it a gift?
Is there is one beyond them all That is my only truly goal, The one, who never had the name, The Nameless One … are we the same?
I will remember once them all For this is only worthy goal … The time will come, I'll pass through flames To be the Man Of Many Names.

04.05.2008

Phoenix

It is the dream of my origin, For in the dreams I am still virgin, And still I'm fighting with my sleep, But hesitate - that's why I weep.
My worthless dreams I must deny, But still afraid to make the try, For who am I now to decide What dream is wrong, what dream is right?
My purest dream is that of bird - It is the symbol of the world Which always change and born anew, This bird I am, like it I flew.
For like a phoenix I reborn … My wings may melt, my wings may worn, But I'm constantly born anew, I'm many-faced in others view.
I am restored in the fire, The fire's cold, that fire's dire, It forges one's wings to make him flyer … It is a grand sight to admire.
From former ego it deprives, And, as its victim slowly dies, His flesh begins to grow anew … And still survivors are so few.
I'm passing through this coldest hell, My burning skin is all I smell, My former past will once unfold … It is a strange sight to behold.
For I am one without name, I've lost my past, rejected fame, The Earth will never be my home … I will be free the time I'm gone.
All other worlds awaiting me … I will awake, I shall break free, Inside myself I'm searching deeper - Such is the fate of the Unsleeper.
No one can help me on my path, I'm always self, I'm never "us", Through divine hell I'm passing by To forge the wings for final flight.
The time will come, I will reborn, My former skin myself I'll torn, Reborn anew, becoming flyer - It's all the wish, it's one's desire.

03.07.2009

Purifier

The webs of past are thick to hack, And maze of life is cold and dark, There are no torches on its walls … You wander by without goals.
Ancestors’ bones all lie below … You'll end like them, of this you know. What is the meaning of your road? You are destined to die and rot.
The slime on walls became your food - It is edible, but no good, The veil of darkness is your cloak, And heart resembles walls of rock.
The pits on floor possess no threat - To fall in them you will be glad, And with this maze you've formed band … But you're still standing where you stand.
The walls of past are thick to hack, But you will have to make a brack And to destroy them once for all … For this is only worthy goal.
My words may help you on this path … I am not first, I am not last, For your new life I am the lawyer, But some still see me as destroyer.
And when it's cold, and when it's dark, I may become short-living spark … From time to time, when need is dire, I shall become a Purifier.
I'll burn to dust those foul webs, I'll kill all spiders with sword's stabs, I shall become a distant light Who guides to exit, shining bright.
And when the maze is left behind, Screw up your eyes to not be blind, For rising sun you'll see on fore … And from this time I'll be no more.