by Pavel Chichikov
There is a cloister which I freely enter
Columns of the forest and a passage
Between the living alpha and omega
Every column is the holy mother
Every tree of sunlight is the Father
Every step between them brings me closer
I see a Person standing in the center
On His finger is a singing sparrow
He has a dove of silence on His shoulder
Round the cloister slowly I must go
To hear the sparrow, contemplate the dove
One is joy, the other one is love
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