January 2007
TENDERNESS
OF GOD
a poem
by Azsacra Zarathustra
English translation by Olga Ismagilova
Copyright
© 2006 Azsacra
Zarathustra. All rights reserved.
English translation Copyright
© 2007 Olga Ismagilova. All rights reserved.
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AZsacra
ZARATHUSTRA well-known Russian esoteric philosopher, poet and metaextremalist.
Philosophy of our poems in brief:
The sensual basis precisation of the world. Animals, herbs, fish and birds also should have their own Gospel. In this case it is the Gospel of Birds of Prey. MYSTERIUM speaks about the clash of the nature and human, initial instincts and perpetual spirit. We are on the side of who is doomed to die, but still throws down a challenge to the lying world of suggested images. The perceptible Prakriti also should conquer in the spiritual war against Purushi. The Spirit must not have an absolute right for the victory! For us the pain of the broken flower and the silent shout of the crushed worm are more important than to reach Samadhi. We always will poetically revenge for their death.
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Survival-> Denies-> Preservation
URKH 1
It’s Cruel Snow
But Not The Sun
That Fondles Feathers Of The Bird->
The She-Wolf-> Led By The Fire That Burns->
Madly Quickens Her Run->
It’s Only Possible To Die
Without Cry But Full Of Power->
Small Copper Change Is Hid And Covered
By Scattered Diamonds
It’s Only Possible To Kill
The Reason Of Being And Of Aim->
He Who Will Shoot Himself In Head
Of Thrill Will Tear The Thread->
URKH 2
Half-Open Are The Eyes Of Blaze
But Rage Of Day Does Not Abate->
The Hawk Of Vengeance Flies Away
To Count The Righteous
And Replete
The Unity Of Owls And The Moon->
The Eyes See Light In Their Blindness->
And Slowly Is Reduced To Ashes By The Fire
The Eagles’ Blood
For Kiss There Is-> A Bite And Death->
To Feel The Pain The Birds Will Fly->
And Wolves-> The Killers That Are Wise->
Will Force->
The Weak->
To Die->
URKH 3
Fall Asleep-> At The End Of The Day->
The Moon Turns The Way Into Ashes->
In The Ominous Play Of The Flame
There Is Nothing But God’s Tenderness
There Is Nothing But Reinforced Purity->
What Love Forbids Is Defied->
It Is Darkness In Its Fury
That Saves
The Light
It Is The Wisdom Of The Slayer
That Strives The Living To Unravel->
He, Who Tomorrow The Truth Will Reveal
Is Bound To Die-> Today->
URKH 4
Death
Creating The Beauty
Will Always Overcome->
And What Is Really Red Like Blood->
Will Shine
And Shimmer Bright
What’s Really-> Really Black->
Will Keep The Thrill Inside->
Every Innocent Hides
The Evil And Rebellious
It’s Tenderness That Calls
To Torture And Demolish->
The Flight Of Deathly Claws->
Will Make-> The Pure->
Flourish
URKH 5
So Frozen In The Deathlike Fire
The Birds Are Silently Flying->
And In The Center Of Outlined Range
Still Furious->
They->
Alight->
The Whirlwind Of The Snow Again
Makes Deathly Purity Attractive->
You Are -> Whose Truth Is -> Nowhere
You Are -> Whose Sense Is->
To Attack
You’ll Have The Sun All To Yourselves->
But Shadows Of The Moon Fly High->
And Claws So Tenderly Will Touch
My Lips
URKH 6
Him Who Has Unleashed The War
Killing Never Pangs->
All Money’s To The Flare Thrown
To Let The Fire Reign
And Females Are Given To Males
To Feel The Joy Of Copulation ->
For Beauty And For Revelation
A Temple From Skulls
Is Made
Let The White Sheets Burn Away->
No Steps Do The Flying Want->
Into The Space Of New Void
Shadows Are Cast
By The Wing
URKH 7
The Harmony And Blood Are Bound->
You, Eagles Live To Hunt->
The Arrow Is Touched By The Palm->
And Freezes
The Feverish Body
The Blade Is Touched By The Palm
To Make The Revelation Bright->
And Birds Of Predatory Psalms
Fly High-> And Cry->
The War Is Always Summing Up->
For Love There’s No Perfection->
Let Us Forget The Heavenly Attractions
THE CRUELTY IS
TENDERNESS
OF GOD
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