The Threefold Path by Richard Rose

I come to you as a man selling air,
And you will think twice at the offer and price,
And you will argue that nothing is there,
Although we know that it is - everywhere.

I bring a formula largely untold, -
Of forces mixed with between and betwixt.
And only seen when allowed to unfold.
And better felt when the body is cold.

I have a map to the home of the soul,
Beyond the mind is a golden find, -
The paradox is a guide to the goal, -
Though doubt is sacred, each man is the Whole.

Bridge

Bridge

You don’t let me pass through...
Its night and I beg you
-please …
you don’t let me pass through…
to the other side of the bridge
where you stand to come
and share the moon with you...
Then why did you put the bridge between us?
Isn’t the bridge a road that connects,
Not a deadly rope that sets apart?
Its night and I’m cold,
My whispers cross the bridge to reach you..
but, just a cold air from the other side of the
bridge comes back like an answer…
Why did you put the bridge between us?

And when you are close to me its like nothing else in the world

When We walk
we took same steps
-some steps that brings us closer
When we talk
we choose same words
-some words that takes us further
when we think
we do same mistakes
-some mistakes that stand between us


Nothing is the same
for me anymore
since you entered
this labyrinth of longing
I know how to go out
from here but I don't wanna
leave without you
Every inch that you move
its an earthquake
every slight change in your voice
its a conclusion


And when you are close to me its like nothing else in the World

Mozes da me drzis za raka uste malku
nema da se potrosham
mozes da me poglednes vo oci
barem ednas nema da isceznam
Mozes da ostanes uste malku
Nema da te ukradam
Bez kopnezi I nadezi
anemichna I zbuneta
pred tebe stojam
napravi nesto so mene …
Podadena, prodadena, podarena
pred tebe stojam
napravi nesto so mene.

Izmamena, osamena , razdadena
Pred tebe stojam
no ne stoime na isto mesto cinam -
jas pred tebe sum
a ti nekade daleku -
izguben, istroshen, razdaden nasekade
nekade se barash…
kako da ne znaes deka
veke odamna vo mene si preselen

Dragon

Like a dragon with spread wings
you attack my thoughts
weak and naive they surrender
without resistance
Like a dragon without home
you fall a sleep in me every night -
sleepless and lonely
I keep your dream from winds
Like a dragon you wake up
like an angel you sleep
like water you fled me

There is some sadness

There is some sadness in that stone
beyond the form and the
intention of the sculptor ...
Did he waited too much
to be touched
or wanted to remain one whole with the mountain?

There is some sadness
in that stone..