Emerald Board (to Zlata Žunić) by Samira Begman

Do you know, Asclepius, when

we walked barefoot

over the red-hot stones

and recorded only one track?

when we did not carry

browsed temper

and its fruits

good-bad, deplorable-bonnie?

how that

we feel the burns now

track is covered

and about the wholeness of  temper less we know

do you know,

that in partition

existing and being is painful?

(so many bogeys, and destiny is still hungry)

how is it possible that hurts

(oh, the pain makes day longer)

just the eliminated side?

how is it possible,

that love and time are in conflict

and cloven being more settled?

...

I've followed the stars

on the emerald sky

for you, the sky was a cave

I, now, trough the pain, conceiving

that your and my sky is

Emerald Board

But soon, I know

(because, what is the time in relation to eternity

where the soul is settled)

soon ...

when the comets fraternized

and into the new planets oneness bends ...

When Prometheus ignites the fire

from the civilization into the culture

The death of you and me when they hug ...

then, Asclepius,

within your and my death

Trismegistos will be born

Translation: Sabahudin Hadzialic

Samira Begmangman on Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 5:09pm ·

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  Zlata Zunic "Take the flying bird and drown it flying and divide and separate it from its pollutions, which yet hold it in death; draw it forth, and repel it from itself, that it may live and answer thee; not by flying away into the regions above but by truly forbearing to fly. For if thou shalt deliver it out of its prison, after this thou shalt govern it according to Reason. and according to the days that I shall teach thee; then will it become a companion up to thee, and by it thou wilt become to be an honoured lord."/(The Golden Tractate of Hermes Trismegistus)
  Tvoja poezija ezoterije je inspirativna, a nadasve, poučna. Imala sam potrebu citirati ovaj pasus, u kome je sublimirana mudrost filozofsko-etičkog aspekta podrške drugim bićima. Zastala sam i dugo se vraćala na dva zanimljiva filozofska metapitanja, tražeći odgovore koji su već u Emeraldu (aureola Mudrosti) čvrsto spregnuti alhemijom bola, što se u smrti ponovo ujedinjuje:
  
  how is it possible that hurts
  (oh, the pain makes day longer)
  just the eliminated side?
  
  how is it possible,
  that love and time are in conflict
  and cloven being more settled?