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Dejan Stojanovic
Come to my garden, she said
To see my flowers,
To listen to my birds.
Come to my Garden
To see my fountains,
To see the sounds and hear the light,
To see the world mixed together,
To inhale colors and fragrances,
And tell me what you feel
When you see the light in my eyes,
When you listen to...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
I visited many places,
Some of them quite
Exotic and far away,
But I always returned to myself.
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Dejan Stojanovic
Dream, flying out from the head
Becomes a bird flying over the sea;
The Sun, sprouting from the sea
Makes the sea alive and blue;
The flying dream that hovers in space
Becomes an island in the sea;
The island—the dream emanating from the head,
The bird, the air, the sea, and the light. ...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
Tell me something less significant,
Something about our biology, for instance,
About what you hear while sitting under the tree,
About lonely lions in the prairies;
Forget decorated generals;
Tell me about Private Ryan,
Tell me something only you know
And make a new friend. ...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
There is a moonlight note
In the Moonlight Sonata;
There is a thunder note
In an angry sky.
Sound unbound by nature
Becomes bounded by art.
There is no competition of sounds
Between a nightingale and a violin.
Nature rewards and punishes
By offering unpredictable ways;
Art is apotheosis;
Often, the complaint of beauty.
Nature is an outcry,
Unpolished truth;
The art—a euphemism—
Tamed wilderness. ...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
Here lies once splendid ancient Roman Villa in ruins. Remnants of a gorgeous mosaic—Venus and a flying dove on the floor—of big gardens, fountains and pools talk about her rich and lively history.
The Roman wealthy patrician did not think of us looking at the mosaic of his Villa. He built it for posterity, yet desired to live longer than...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
I feel the light inside and out
Sun is a close keen
The world glows, and so I glow
The world is growing
And I grow glowing
Thinking so is so simple
Not to think, but glisten
Not to analyze, but feel
The light inside and out
And grow by glowing
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Dejan Stojanovic
That star in the night sky
Is not there anymore
But we see it and will see it
For millions of years yet to come.
Did the star die?
Did it live?
In life, we call this phenomenon
A ghost, a hallucination.
(Is life a ghost too?)
What if the star never lived?
Or maybe its death dies
While the star continues to live,
Cheating death
With...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
Mountains and seas,
You live in me
Whether I climb
To the top
Of the mind
Or dive deep
To the bottom
Of the heart
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Dejan Stojanovic
From where do simplicity and ease
In the movement of heavenly bodies derive?
It is precision.
Sun is never late to rise upon the Earth,
Moon is never late to cause the tides,
Earth is never late to greet the Sun and the Moon;
Thus accidents are not accidents
But precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
Love is almost...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
There is substance beyond substance,
A mind beyond matter;
It grows from itself,
Follows its own path
Fed only by the desire to live.
That's how matter is born,
How the first poet sings the shamanic song,
How he romances nothingness
With the flower of the mind
Springing out from its source.
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Dejan Stojanovic
There can be no forced inspiration,
But there can be mergers with the world
There can be a flowing of feelings
Quiet, yet overwhelming
Flying outside to unite
Flying inside to find
The melody of the moment
When the yellow corona appears on the horizon
And blue light appears over the mountain
And the world becomes mellow
Hospitable and generous,
And you fly into the heart of the mountain
To...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
It is not possible to say more than it is possible.
Ambition kills value; if unjustified it will
Eat its own life,
Kill someone else's desire to fly,
Cut their wings, suck their air.
Get out, but don't cause unneeded accidents;
There is only as much space, only as much time,
Only as much desire, only as many words,
Only...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
Some people complain there are too many people on earth,
Some people complain about secret societies,
Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early.
Almost all people complain about something.
No people get rid of themselves to solve problem No.1,
No people disclose their own agendas to solve problem No.2,
No people learn how to discipline...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
You shall not stop or hesitate and sway
Until you pass through the forest,
And compare the beauty of the summer's day and night—
Until you arrive in your own Ithaca.
There is always Venus;
New Elissa to build new Carthage,
The new Kingdom of Light.
You shall not stop until you find Venus:
One woman in all,
And all...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago
He would've thought they were birds
Or angels from another world
Or messengers from other planets.
Every new machine would have surprised him—
The car, TV, radio, phone, camera.
He would've thought he was a savage
Who didn't understand.
If he saw a computer,
Watching people talking on the internet,...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
To find the hidden place
Longing freely to explore
Break obstacles and recognize
Invisible sparks emanating
From the deserved discovery
Of nothing between us
Shining longing only
Wakening stars in the Garden
Witnessing the birth of new landscapes,
Future cities and temples
Hearing new stories, falling
From the fountains of the secret art
All old sounds and colors reviving
And...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
At twenty-six, I was inexperienced;
Still, I knew much about love
In the waste land, reasoning,
It's not important when you start
Practicing, rather when you start searching;
And I committed myself to finding
It before others even knew it existed, 'breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing'
My thoughts, my longings, my love
For something that didn't need...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
Love: Which is more important: Love or life?
Life: Without life, there would be no love.
Love: But without love, life would have no meaning.
Life: True, but life gives birth to love.
Love: And what gives birth to life?
Life: Life gives birth to itself.
Love: Nothing gives birth to itself automatically,
There must be some cause, a reason...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes.
Is that all? ...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
When all is lost, there is still a memory
From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree,
There is only the past and the future on the path;
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
If we had true insight
We would be scared to death,
We would not be able to see anything,
We would see everything and see nothing.
Senses empower limitations,
Senses expand vision within borders,
Senses promote understanding through pleasure.
Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.
Total knowledge is annihilation
Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
To transform a grimace into a sound
Sounds impossible, yet it is possible
To transform a vision into music,
To go outside an enslaved personality,
To become impersonal by transforming
Into sand, into water, into light,
To feel the air and breathe the air
By becoming the air, become
A bird, the first cell, the first man,
Become a wandering comet,
A dying star, a...Read more of this...
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Dejan Stojanovic
Lie on the ground and listen to the grass,
Hear the silent signals from outer space,
Dream by making and make by dreaming,
Feel what the trees bathed in sunlight feel,
Gaze far to see the sea-gull emerging from the sea,
Imagine that today is the birth of the world and greet it,
Greet the old bird.
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Dejan Stojanovic
When you hear the idea
Lying between the sounds, between the letters,
You find the meaning
Of a sound silently flowing
In the universe, waiting
To be discovered in the obvious
Universe smiling
Or you find an omen
In a hostile land of the unknown.
Dig deeper and harder,
Grow in the opposite direction
To see what is beneath
That...Read more of this...