BOWING TO POEM – POEM IS AN ODE TO THE LOYAL ONES

loyalty makes a poem from everything and everyone

 

from everyone who watches the river for a long time

 

everyone who out of honesty becomes a poem

 

who walks for a joy of all beings

 

who constantly smiles so that everyone would be glad

 

from a child who surrenders and begs the powerful

ones of the world to free the world from injustice and pain

 

from innocent that were tortured and imprisoned in the all-prison Guantanamo

as long as there are Guantanamos human society is in Guantanamo

 

wood in a woodcutter – woodcutter in a wood

 

poem is loyalty to one and only youth

 

poem is loyalty to all those who gave their lives for ideals from which others are living

 

poem is loyalty to the play to which just born beings are surrendering

 

poem is loyalty to the mind which guards the wholeness of the one

 

poem is an ode of loyalty to the loyal ones

 

poem is loyalty of my gaze to everything I’m watching

 

poem is my loyalty which You feel while it butterflies in Your belly

 

poem is my loyalty which You feel while it meanders up and down Your spine

 

poem is my loyalty to words through which I sing within Your ears

 

poem are my touches with which I’m caressing particles of Your loyalties

 

poem is my loyalty to the water in which I will be swimming today as well

 

poem is loyalty to the smell of the woods which I’m going through

 

poem is loyalty to all the smells that are plentiful in this world

 

poem is loyalty to my loneliness in which all beings live

 

loyalty is God

 

God is loyalty

 

poem is loyalty both to God and loyalty

 

poem is loyalty of my loneliness through which I love-kiss

everything that I love-kissed and everybody that I love-kissed

 

poem is loyalty to these moments through

which I am loyal to all past and all future moments

 

poem is loyalty to this deep peace after the

swimming in which I pronounce each word after a long break

 

poem is loyalty to that girl which I see in the distance on the forest path

she passed by me walking slowly and with her head lowered

 

poem is loyalty to dancing and singing through which each poem lives

 

poem is loyalty to Michel Serres who wrote that philosophy is loyalty

 

poem is loyalty to Miroslav Mandic who is the source of all loyalties

 

poem is loyalty to the heart which is lifting me up the

hot Ban’s Hill’s concrete staircases in the greatest heat