It faded blossom of the crazy time

Mellow colors of a hog-wild maple... 

It faded blossom of the crazy time.

For everything on earth there is its way, 

But anxiety – only for a Home of mine. 

We get very much of new, 

Leaving the past for ever and a day. 

Questions of calmness, deepness, of spiritual  – 

They bicker, as the water in the lake.

And, sprinkled with that special water, 

As poems come back here to awake. 

We are all strangers here... 

And to go for wandering 

We were almost ready there and then. 

We’ve drunk the wine, blessed and divine, 

It faded blossom of the crazy time. 

But the stoup will be again tipped of 

With newly blessed divine wine.

By Alex Listengort

Alex Listengort was born in Moscow in 1993. After his travel to Jurmala, Latvia, he began to write. He started to work on his first book (“The New Stage of Awakening”) at 18. Now, he studies on the 5th course of Moscow State Linguistic University (the Maurice Thorez InYaz). Besides the literary creation and journalism, the author is also engaged in linguistics, teaching and practice in the international relations’ scope. Alex speaks 8 languages on different level on which he writes poems. The main topic of his creations are: esoterics and spirituality, philosophy, psychology, self-development, Reiki and linguistics. 

A Question

A voice said, Look me in the stars

And tell me truly, men of earth,

If all the soul-and-body scars

Were not too much to pay for birth. 

By Robert Frost....one late evening 

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit..

........... one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.

,..The Velveteen Rabbit,..by Margery Williams..   nice tale for kids:))