And you will never get it if you cry and crave.

You can read the riddle of life, if you treat it with delight. 

After kung-fu my pace became sliding and gliding,

I flow like water avoiding cool stones of fools. 

After space my face became melting and smelting,

I glow like a brave candle in a cold dumpy cave.

Star wars change civilizations by their self-realization.

A samurai should die, when necessary, for his lord,

But he can survive and ford the river to the other shore

If he has no fright and doesn’t count a silly score.

Fear can paralyze  reflexes, tranquility – sharpen a sword.  

Don’t lie or cry, it’s a waste of time, better strike.

Bamboo bends under the snow and doesn’t break.

You should know the secret and fake a defeat,

Then rising again alive and strong to your feet.

Alien space adventures inspire my poetical ventures,

Maybe my verses will inspire somebody’s films.

And fantastic realms will pop up on the screen,

Powerful, beautiful, enigmatic, shocking and serene.

Mental cinema is a catalyst of creativity and vision,

Psychic research in space is more true than television.

Even more real is inner light and harmony of life,

If you have inside your own personal  insight.

                                 8

Health and wealth are two wings of luck.

But where does it fly? If you find a buck,

Are you really happy, snappy? You need a million,

Than a billion etc.  Money doesn’t ever slake

Even if you drink a lake. But some sum

As means of survival is just trival.

As a symbol of success you need no more, no less.

Luck is pluck, throw off your shuck and stake

Back what you take. Make a decision on your vision

And go ahead through fright and dread,

Confusion and collision, illusion and derision.                               

A bluebird is not a duck, you can’t hunt it by a chuck.

Clean your ears and eyes, luck flies to paradise.

Intuition was nutrition for my soul for many years.

Now I’m logical like a computer. Yes, I can’t prove

What skeptics don’t approve and I’m not a good disputer.

I prefer lonely mental flight for new ideas and truths.

As youths continue their fight I go on with my blues.

I like the freedom of improvisation, jazz is soul too.

The melody of visualization in my verses

Is written not for bosses but for all you.

Imagine all, that you can’t manage, as already done

And leap to the fun of inspiration, the easy-going game

Of flame.  You will get a rerun of your lucid vision,

A new heavenly space religion will stun your critics

Like a gun. If you understand, you can create your brand.

Send ideas to space without a restricting lace

And will all come back in time without any chase.

Enriched with cosmic views and inspiring news.

Stick to solid stable facts, make far-going conclusions,

Free yourself of all delusions and skip tedious silly tracts.

The green tree of happy life grows for free-minded people

Higher than any steeple, above all earthly roofs,

Falsified scientific proofs. And its fruit is truth.

                                 9

I was not hired or paid for my research and search

But I’m a retired space scout, writing about my secret job

In the universe in the form of a cinema script in verse.

My information is presented as an imagination of a lob,

But I don’t bob the cob. The  Chaotic Galaxy, our neighbor,

My main discovery and field of labor, is painted in flames.

For the logical culture of  Andromeda Ellipsoid 

I’m logical and solid. Andromeda Ball loves games,

Milky Way’s Center – illumination, Super-Cluster claims

Serious aims. The Knot is  a clot of  problems and a dot.

Here I stop and jot my plot at a trot. If you want to hop

Higher and farther like a cop to pursue alien criminal habits          

Like rabbits to the Edge, where they hide, put aside pride

And be ready for a deathly ride on a Satan’s astral tide.

Drop a bomb to crack the nut and glide back to your side.

Snide worlds at the Edge were destroyed, it’s a good news.

But maybe their remnants can revive. Or arise anew.  

Satan after his revolt was changed by a new archangel,

The seventh by his role too. But evil went on and spread.

Freedom of will leaves chances for the return of the red.

In some distant future, when all forget the dread.

To avert this threat we must fix our experience for ages.

And let it go to the vast space, which should know

The other side of the pride. Earth was the first to throw

A stone to Satan and we have the right to write

The chronicles of Armageddon and of the new down.

In chaotic galaxies coexist all ideologies and regimes.

Occultism as a version too. As well as communism.

Dispersion beams these gleams in streams,

To let out steams chaotic teams spread anarchism,

Commies as mommies promise, what fools miss,

Religions preach only after-death eternal bliss

At a license, dismissing memory and common sense.

So to avert some red revenge we must stay ever on alert.

                                    10

Ellipsoid galaxies have inside two focuses or poles.

Their roles - spiritual and material – never coincide.

Like Sun and Saturn they are opposites, all have to decide,

Which one to choose and which to loose.

In ball galaxies focuses are one, life there is a fun.

Andromeda Ball loves all, plays games and emits rays.

It resonates with the Center of Universe and transmits

Its force to the whole galaxies cluster as a Zen master.

Milky Way’s Center is a fire ball like Sun and is also a fun.

To understand extraterrestrial cultures you must first

Understand your own. They resonate with space too.

And affect it back like the burst of a superstar, seen by all.

Few feel art to the full, but we can add ours to the pool.

Real contact of civilizations goes on in inspirations,

My poetry is a strange exchange with starry sky

And I revenge by my fire for distant friends and allies.

I sigh at the sight of unseen to them snowdrops,

And burn all lies about green ugly alien dwarfs.

I had a girl-friend from Vega, a fair fairy of light,

Called Congui-Tan. We viewed our common war as a fun

And  parted after the victory and the end of fight.

I send all my verses to her lonely heart to warm it up

And remind of our happy start. She was the first

Successful sky-spy on Earth, we drank our cup of wine

And she left. Now her life is far from mine,

But why not drop her a thousand of lines?

Alien researchers know English and Russian well,

And muse at my poetry as at an evasive smell.

I don’t cast any magic spell. It’s just a tinkling silver bell.

I send my hello to all familiar worlds, where I spent years

Of adventures and lucky flights to God.

I got there all I needed for my quiet life on Earth

And now have at my warm home a burning hearth.

So I feel here save and well and say to aliens: “Farewell!”

                                    11

I’ve changed space and theology to astrology.

Now I help people to find their love or true way.

It’s pleasant to be useful and serve others with good advice.

I teach how to solve their problems, meditate and pray.

How to see with their own eyes, what I say.

I have a young beautiful loving wife, a daughter and a son.

And interpret horoscopes positively without a dun

God can improve your fate, if you not skeptical or late.

Because any natal chart has variants from the start.

I also choose better days for myself and amuse my muse.

Before I though of a fantasy film about my realm,

But now I fuse these images with words into verse.

No inspiration was in vain and I’m on the wave again.

What’s the use of my poetry to readers? What is its idea?

Aliens are far, though they really exist and can interfere.

But their equivalents in life are so near and strong…

If you are wrong, the throng will trample you to a nil.

But if you are right and your mind is bright, you will resist

And win. Big bosses are alien like ghosts to the rest,

But you shouldn’t fear and if you do your best

Everything will be safe, serene and clear.

Aum Yeum Om is a mantra for survival and success.

It’s a key to the door from Earth to Heaven and to space.

To overcome stress, restore your balance and normal pace

You need to meditate. No trance, just repeat the sounds.

It will change the interpretation of your horoscope and fate.

In extreme situations pray: “Lord, You are my life!”

And you will surely survive. I tried all other known

practices and was not satisfied so asked from God my own.

I received this formula in 1983, when the parade of planets

Tuned Earth to the Center of Milky Way. By a divine plan

I prayed after that only with these words and discovered

more new ideas and new worlds that I could guess at first.

Lord. You are my protection! Lord, you are my success!

Life is fading in the land of dream,

I slowly flow down the singing silver stream.

Birds singing follow me along my easy way,

The blue sea is approaching me without delay.   

Trees wave their yellow branches in a farewell,

Weeds send along with me their delicious smell.

Sun warms me up in a cold wind,

The blue sky covers me with its wings.

I look quietly forward to the tender kiss,

I so long time wait alone and miss.

After I left the lake of my birth,

I never really had a senseless fussy mirth.

Did I ever have a chance to stop?

Did I ever catch a silver falling drop?

Yes, dark clouds often sent me cold rains,

But laws of nature in my soul rein.

I know the way of plants and birds,

And wait for the end from my birth.                       

Life is teasing me with some good luck,

But as whole it’s just a silly buck.

It passes in a wink of an eye,

You are born and in a second die.

And in the meantime it is senseless pain,

Eternity is the only and real final gain.

Ages pass too like shadows or morning dew,

Art starts every age and generation also anew.

Humanity forgets almost all its heroes and saints,

They live only in darkening symbolic icon paints.

The rare exclusion that in human memory survives,

Is richly colored with illusions and conscious lies.

Millenniums  burry practically all but divine light,

Which fills our souls and stays always bright.

Religions die and resurrect in new heavenly quests,

Who meet our needs and vital, crucial requests. 

Only Sun and Moon remain ever the same,

Life is an instant of music and game.

     These verses are based on my spiritual experience and

the mathematical laws of harmony – Fibonacci numbers

1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55 ... and their harmonics 1, 3, 4,

7, 11, 18, 29, 47, 76, 123, 199 ..., known as keys to all

esthetic forms in nature and art. Each number in these

successions is the sum of the previous two – F(n)=F(n-1)+

F(n-2), H(n)=H(n-1)+H(n-2). F(n) is a Fibonacci number,

H(n) is a harmonic.

     So in this comment I must explain their logic. Golden

mean proportion is the ratio of the close Fibonacci numbers

2/3=3/5=5/8=8/13=13/21 etc. If any space, a line, a figure

or a body, is divided in this ratio of parts it gives an esthetic

impression, a sense of beauty. The ratio of distant

F-numbers is a harmonic. For example 3/1=3, 8/2=4, 21/3=

7, 55/5=11, 144/8=18, 377/13=29, 987/21=47. The number

of the harmonic is the number of steps from one F-number

to another – F(4)=3, F(8)-21, 21/3=7=H(4), or F(5)=5,

F(10)=55, 55/5=11=H(5).

     Each my verse (except the last) has 34 lines, so it is the

9th Fibonacci Number, or the 9th planet from Sun, Neptune,

meaning meditation, religion, ethics. The number of such

verses in the collection is 29, the 7th harmonic, Sun or

Saturn, spirit and logic. In astrology planets can be counted

both from Saturn to Sun and from Sun to Saturn. The sum

total is 34x29-986, close to the 16th Fibonacci number –

987, meaning success in space.

     The last additional verse is an experiment with another

structure. It has 8 words in one line and 18x2=36 lines on

a page. These are F(6) and H(6). A Fibonacci number and

a harmonic too. The sixth planet is reason and language,

Mercury, or philosophy and religion, Jupiter. The

resulting 36 lines are 6². Reason in a square. Or in a

resonance to itself.

     In Russian I also have a 34x47 =1600 (-2) lines

collection of verses with same title. So the whole work is

34x76=2600 (-16). Plus several hundreds in another style.

                            The sea of nirvana

I start anew my silver game with words,

Flying freely where they want like yellow birds.

For me it will be a risky venture,

For you - just a fun and an adventure.

I am a traveler in the blue skies,

And I never tell readers any soothing lies.

My spirit is a transparent but solid diamond

And I write a personal and secret diary.

You can peep into it now by stealth

To see for your self what it deals with.   

My soul is lotus, growing from the mud,

In my verses it opens like a bud.

My body is an interference peak of waves,

A transient shadow from old magic fairy-tales.

I live on earth but walk to heaven,

My and your distant, but final peaceful haven.   

Matter is just a condensed energy of Light

And death is just a liberating heavenly insight.

My birthday is the peak of sun’s light

Giving me invisible to others inner shining might.

I fill with it my stumbling awkward words

And get on the paper a living verse.

Start on the best day of the year

To realize the best ideas and don’t care.

The better you start, the better you end,

The better is the whole process and trend.

That truth I learned from stars and planets

And now I use it in my plans.

So on my birthday I skipping earthly  choices

And start writing verses, ignoring all distracting voices.

My inspiration comes from the return of Sun

To the day, when I became a son.

The fluent ease with which I now write

Proves that astrology as is true and right.

God created hosts of heaven for a man,

The science of stars is His own brand

My life is still poor, but already secure,

Nothing to loose and its flow is smooth.

I float to the distant sea of bliss,

And I give up gradually everything I miss.

Tranquility fills my spirit and my soul inside,

My body moves and acts by itself outside.  

I try to change life to the better,

But can now only write this rimed letter.

About walking in the mist my own way,

Believing in success in spite of the delay.

We all prefer real results here and now,

But God has His own plans and know-how.

So I continue my work unrecognized and unpaid

Like another experiment and a space war raid.

Fighting for truth and beauty in remote worlds

And in my own fleeting thoughts and words.

My poetry is just a reflection of reality,

Universal origin and citizenship is my true nationality.

Be yourself and always follow your own road,

Carry on and on only your own load.

Describing as a hint only acts and facts.

That’s what in art really promotes and attracts.

My imaginary and fantastic realm springs from life,

My poetry is a sunny ninja’s fire knife.

I fight against bitter disappointment and sweet illusions,

Against any cowardly weakness and abuse of force.

I reject any dictatorship and all fanatical intrusions

Into my inner freedom with despise and remorse.

I’m a warrior of light in the dark,

I fly to the charge as a spark

We return to daylight, rising from the dead

And shake off all fears and suggested dread.

Heaven gently and softly covers me with blue,

Prompting me in the ear a long-expected clue.

And Sun from the fleeing clouds laughs aloud,

Showing me my further ways by yellow rays.

What’s the use of prayer on our earthly layer?

Life conditions are fixed and everything is mixed.

Good deeds and evil, silly men and wise –

God visits earth and believers unrecognized in disguise.

We live on our own under His eye,

Invisibly watching our deadly strife from the sky.

Why doesn’t He help us openly and directly?

Why doesn’t He teach us to write correctly?

The book of our life and our dreams,

Leading us the middle way between opposite extremes.

Fame, power and wealth allure to the hell,

Mystic asceticism destroys our vital force and health.

The happy golden mean unites spirit with body

And it is no longer rebellious or shoddy.

Heaven is a roof, earth is a foundation

Happy life in harmony is their positive relation.

So your dreams must be earthly and realistic

And your action must be heavenly and optimistic.

True success in life starts from deep inside,

When you give up envy, anxiety and pride.

A calm lake reflects the sky and trees,

Quiet flowers attract flip butterflies and busy bees.

Peace of mind is more precious then gold,

A cold sword is more quick and bold.

Windy passions and impressions raise hazy crazy ripples

And turn clever healthy people into crutching cripples.

Consciousness is a multi level labyrinth of ventures,

Searching your way through it is an adventure,

Inspiring philosophy of luck and art of light,

Fairy-tales, fantasy, haiku and my poetical insight.

Tranquility makes all thoughts, senses and reflexes sharp

And life plays your soul like a harp.

The outside world turns like a cyclone whirl,

Your heart is serene like a violet pearl.

The more you want the less you get,

The more you forget, the less you regret.   

I pray to God for protection and success.

Does He ever help me? Try to guess.

If I find time for my silver verses,

He must find time for His violet universe.

To sustain the physical and the moral order

From its zero center to the decahedron border.

Everything appeared from nothing as a Big Bang,

Then the light was darkened by Satan’s gang.

Adam and Eve left eternity for the time,

Sold bliss and infinity for a silly dime.

Heaven was closed from earth and mortal men,

But they unite for us now in Zen.

Mantra Om was the first word of love,

Uttered to innumerous stars and worlds from above.

So it is the first name of Lord

And the simplest minimum God can now afford

For our liberation from the web of lie,

Just sing it now and fly to skies.

Lord, You are our love! And our light!

Lord, You are our life! And our might!

Like blue Heaven above, like green Earth below,

Praying to Lord God just as they know,

I pray too in my own short style

And yellow Sun shines me with a smile.

Nirvana is fusion with divine essence of life,

It is the end of endless unsuccessful strife.

Enlightenment is unity of nirvana and samsara,

Cycles of life, seemingly controlled by demon mara.

But in reality they are ruled by God

And all demonic power is just a fraud.

An illusion, based on human egoism and passions,

Passing like snow in spring or outdated fashions.

So nirvana is the real experience of reality,

Open to any searching personality with any nationality.

East and West are opposites that can meet,

Enlightenment is a human heavenly and earthly feat.

                       Rising from the ashes

Love is a key to the heavenly doors,

No matter what you love - justice, truth, beauty.

God manifests Himself everywhere by His harmonic laws 

And His real paradise was flourishing and fruity.

The tree of life grew in the center

Of the garden, where we all could enter

Freely as the children of the Holy Light.

Now we must learn and earn the right.

Love life as the essence of your soul,

The divine impulse in your moves and blood.

Life has in itself its own true goal,

Like a white lotus growing from the mud.

Every moment is as precious as a gem,

Feel it and enjoy it to the full.

Don’t stand and hesitate before the green sem,

Fearing your own shadow like a lazy fool.

Though don’t ever cling to a single thing,

Serve always not yourself but the Almighty King.

We can find our own place in space,

Though it’s so vast and time is fast.

We can get the light of divine grace,

Though in evolution we may be the last.

New ideas choose new authors and new allies,

Old outdated truths and news gradually become lies.

To win the game of life conquer yourself,

Put your desires and ambitions on the shelf.

Search for some job from the Big Boss,

Who created the universe by a coin toss.

If you put your lucky fate at stake,

You can get your share of the cake.

But if are terribly afraid of any risk,

Better buy yourself a fantasy move music disk.   

Then fly in free imagination to another world

Like a lucky hunter a fleeing fairy-tale bluebird.

This would encourage you to overcome all bars,

Get acquainted with the god of war, Mars.

Life mystery attracts my inquisitive and meditative mind,

World mysteries inspire me to search and find.

And I share my secrets in my verses

With strong brave hearts and half empty purses.

I give them chances to revenge on fate,

To understand themselves and to improve their rate.

Mysteries give keys to hidden powers and resources,

Awaken spirit, creativity in life and vital forces.

Standard solutions and resolutions often do not work,

Shirk from the murk with a fire dirk.

Fantasy may be real in some future wonderland,

Which sand rand may be at your hand.

Miracles are part of the divine universal order

And human fixed reality is just its border.

It can under sunny light melt like snow,

When, why and where you can never know.

So be always ready for a thrill breakthrough

And fantasy will one day unexpectedly come true.

A flower and a butterfly play a game,

A girl and a boy are the same.

Love may be a single tough of lips

Or a slight move of eyes and hips.

Beauty draw a hungry man to the nectar,

Sun at distance is just a cold star.

When a comet approaches the sunny fire ball,

It grows up, though at first was small.

Any flirting dance can lead to a trance

And fatally end in a deadly irrevocable romance.

So you, men, never know, where you go,

To stay free be icy cautious and slow.

But if you get into the magnetic trap

Of a lap, give your self a slap.

Is a sweet smile worth all your life?

Are you ready for the eternal blissful tie?

Is not her look like a steel knife?

Yes? Then go quietly ahead and calmly die.

Doubts undermine your power and luck, delay results.

Better meditate or pray and ignore envious insults.

Surroundings react to your energy and inner state,

You choose and make yourself your happy fate.

Ensure the quality of your work without nerves

And go ahead in spite of unexpected curves.

God can’t help you if you lazily wait,

Doing nothing or fishing success with a bait.

You must have something real, do your best,

Then you’ll have the right for a request.

If your experience is authentic, precious and true,

You’ll get divine support and will be through.

With hard times and enemies blocking your way.

So first concentrate, work and earn, then pray.

All sweet illusions or bitter disappointments and doubts

Will flee away with the wind like clouds.

You’ll see Moon, then blue sky and Sun,

Your work with success will become a fun.

Life is a long journey through a maze

And your after death perspective is a haze.

You can never know in any ventures beforehand

What will be the process and the end.

But you can learn and observe the rules

To win the game with all anxious fools.

Believe in justice and resist temptations of surrender,

Though your flower may be slender and tender.

Force comes from Sun in response to threats

To make liars and enemies pay their debts.

Your body must serve your soul, not otherwise,

And your spirit must make your soul wise.

The winning strategy of the game is love,

Misfortunes also must give you a wakening shove.

Best results come after dreams, difficulties and losses

As resurrection from the ashes with new forces.

Breathe freedom and experience with all your bosom,

Your flower of life will grow and blossom.

Speed up your achievements by faith in success.

When you make sure plans, you overcome stress

And concentrate all the forces of your soul

On the work and on the real goal.

Miraculously it comes sooner than you ever expected

And you see above the rainbow happy specter.

Astrology can work as a catalyst of events,

If an astrologer sees and promises positive trends.

But if you wait for evil and disaster,

It also comes as expected or even faster.

So your faith is your choice of fate,

Your vision of the future should be straight.

My philosophy, experience and as a result verses tune

To violet stars, yellow Sun and silver Moon,

The harmony of the universe, music of spheres,

I send to my readers blessing and cheer.

If you fix for good deeds a date,

Be faster, when you can, but never late.

I was on the peak ten years ago,

But was betrayed, isolated and forgotten by everyone.

My resurrection from the dead ashes is slow,

But I’m stronger now and have more fun.

We all have ups and downs in career,

Though success often seems so quick and near,

In reality it takes more time and force

Than you usually expect and plan at first.

If you loose your faith after a fall,

You won’t rise to your feet at all.

But if you believe in your higher self,

You’ll meet a helping fairy-tale friend elf.

Or an angel of divine light from heaven,

Sent for inspiration by the holy archangelic seven.

God will return you to the lucky wave

And you will never again be a slave.

Rising from the ashes, you become completely free

And your life grows on like a tree.