The sense is all in coming back.
It’s in the dust of matters hidden
That we should try to find the track
Which leads to the forgotten Eden.
We are moving on from light to light
Through darkness of the pains and wars.
We knock on planet with the might,
As if it were the closed doors.
And harshly gasping in despair
In the polluted sinful sites
We thus accept the earthly share
Of our sufferings and plights.
We lost essential connection
With wisdom of the universe.
Departing far from the perfection,
Ambitions make it only worse.
We are living in a worthless hurry.
And yet, our purposes are high.
We lost the heaven – not to worry,
The punishment is passing by.
The highest plan is holding steady
And nowadays, as much as then,
The sight of miracles is ready
And open only for the man.
The fields of God no one can enter,
No one can even think to pass
Through place of the divinely splendor
That’s waiting there just for us.
It waits. But not an easy walking
Is what will bring us to the goal.
From fake reality and mocking
We should pull out our soul.
We shouldn’t be scared of being alone,
Of striving for enlightening wave.
The sense is all in coming home.
This is the only way we have.
Translated from Russian: May 3, 2002