To/From Dmitry Rezchikov's

before any rituals,
before they became Names and Stone,
when it was just breathing
while echoing the hidden trill
of nature, our own nature,
and you were gifted
with the ringing shine of things,
trees that glow in darkness,
mountain summits gathering
in dancing waves of color,
sea horizons glittering over 
the greenish blue            

And You and I were born
to argue with each other:
is it you or is it me
the everyday's nonsense
projecting on the world
my own lack of love,
forgetting to breathe,
the real thinking
And there You stand
from the no-time spheres
offering  what I need
instant after instant sacred
through my others
Let me see it, my Lord,
even if it's a cat
asking for food

and then the miracle,
perception forgiven, turned round
so vision comes 360º
without images
Just breathing, just thanks