"Записки Безымянного [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

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There is a power in the name That may be scorched by the fame, And that is why the truly wise Will once destroy those painful ties, He will become the Nameless One, For he is child of the sun, For he has travelled his life's road In search of universal God, And he's already seen a lot, Still being smallest spark of God, Still feeling crawlings of sensation That he is one of His creation. Oh, does it matter who he is ? He has to pay his own fees To burn inside this smallest spark And free the past out of dark. The name was given once again ... Is it too old to live on then ? It has some power of the steep - And part of it I will then keep. The second part means nothing now, For it reminds me of the Row, And as suggested by the God This part I'll throw on passed road. What does it mean - the change of name ? Inside myself I'm still the same. And I was free to create name That may stand up against fame, It is both real and both not, For I'm but smallest spark of God, In second name I'm long too plunged - It is untouched, first is changed. When time will come to pay my fee, Those blessed with Word will join me. This word will grow like eucaliptus - And in your lifes it'll be Post Scriptus.