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Obilje duše je navodnjen sveti vrt
sa okusima života , baš nikada krt
nebeski izvor je nepresušna rijeka
teče neprekidnom strujom tijeka.

Te soli koje svemu daju začin i okus
čine od stvarnosti patent, nikada pokus
jer čovjek je vičan da stvara kako hoće
sa pregršt elana, izbora, dobra i zloće.

Svi biramo put, način, stav i reakciju
posjedujemo moć, napose zafrkanciju
poprimamo oblik, crte, konture lica
pišemo planove koji ostaju tek skica

Prilagodba ide točno po vlastitoj mjeri
prozori su otvoreni, otvaraju se dveri
puštamo druge sebi onoliko odveć blizu
ako su zadovoljili naše osobnosti vizu.

Duboke su misli, dublje od svih bezdana
čvršće od zidova obloženih gredama
tvrđe od čelika su pohlepe i apetiti, a
novac i častohleplje u srcima su skriti.

Čistoća duše poznaje druge visine
bezbrižno hoda kroz svijeta nizine
istinito i čisto, bez sjena tajni okova
na megdanu života i njegovih tokova.

Ne noseći paunovo perje na krilu vrane
potkivajući konje, a ne podignute noge žabe
ne kopaući rupe nevinu, čistu i poštenu
da bi podigli osobni rejting, skuplju cijenu.

Ti plastenici ovozemaljskih umjetnina
surogati prestiža, nekretnina, pokretnina
što su im bankovni računi deblji i veći
praznije su im duše, pristup istinskoj sreći.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

Autor: Željka Šabić

Abundance of the soul is
an irrigated sacred garden,
with the flavors of life, never truly barren.
A heavenly spring is an inexhaustible river,
flowing in a ceaseless, eternal shiver.

Those salts that give everything spice and taste
turn reality into a craft, never a test laid to waste,
for man is skilled to create as he pleases,
with a handful of zeal, of choices,
of kindness and vices.

We all choose our path,
our manner, our stance, our reaction,
we possess power, especially for
laughter and action,
we take on shapes, features, contours of face,
we write our plans that remain just a trace.

Adaptation follows our own precise measure,
windows are open, doors yield to our pressure,
we let others come only so close to our core,
if they have met what our
personalities are looking for.

Deep are the thoughts, deeper than any abyss,
stronger than walls reinforced for amiss,
harder than steel are greed and desire, and
money and vanity in hearts often conspire.

Purity of soul knows far greater heights,
it walks carefree through the world’s low sights,
truthful and clean, without shadows or chains,
in the arena of life and its flowing domains.

Not wearing peacock feathers on a crow’s wing,
shoeing horses, not lifting frogs in a vain fling,
not digging pits for the innocent, pure, and fair,
just to raise one’s own price and market share.

These greenhouses of earthly artifice,
surrogates of prestige, of property and device,
the thicker their bank accounts grow and expand,
the emptier their souls, far from true joy’s land.

With love, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić