Author Archives: Zacharya

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Land of Ing

I was a student, in the Land of Ing, the great and powerful, the fertile. I adopted its tongue, speaking sweetly to my soul. Self-evident, to find comfort, in a language that is close. Lingua franca, you carry my words farther, than I imagined. I am grateful. Toiled hard in darkness, unceasing rain, and great […]

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A Conquered Summit

What stands before me, is the realization of the individual, and its establishment, in the world. The end of a cycle, a path that circles back to the doorstep. The promise of Life in its full expression, not a single note in discord. The axes of the world, horizontally and vertically stable, built on sacrifice, […]

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Father – Part IV

Dedicated to him In the end it will turn out, we were twin souls, blind to each other. Pretending to be, in a strict relationship, a troubled exchange, in a small world. Master said, I envy you, for what you are about to experience, on the trail of discovery. My Father lives, in a foreign […]

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Father – Part III

Dedicated to him Somehow, you make your way back, somehow you return, again. Unscathed, untouched by world and memory, axis mundi, a horizon. A boundary to be crossed, by my feet. A form, derived from yours. A story of lungs drawing breath, taken from you. An extended tongue. You never thought, that it will be […]

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The Master

Dedicated to him You have a Name, but I know you as the Master, le Maître, der Anführer. Your presence resonates, like a metal plate, with his High command. An example and a fortress, I derived favor, and took benefit, from your instruction. Man of acquired wealth, dressed for the occasion, a seeker, of valuable […]

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Love Letter – Part IV (A shoulder and an ear)

To think of life without you, He has not yet asked me, to be that strong. Grateful, for every moment, as illusory as it is. There is no time between us, there is no space. We occupy, a single point, we live, in a common present. We build, a future of our own. We make, […]

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Love Letter – Part II (Color and its absence)

I must have sought you out, through ravenous hunger, and deep longing. I must have seen, before the birth of eyes, the splendor you will bring. What is fundamentally mine, my tale, my voice, to come to me, naturally, to complete me. To me you have given more than the world, in its total mass, […]

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Homecoming

Hail, melted away, left water in the ground. Ripe for harvest, it became ice. The elusive river, finally conquered, brought to its knees in stillness. And the world, submerged in deep inaction, even the wolves are frozen solid. In the end, from that simple vision, water burst out in flight, again, resurrected by the Sun. […]

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Land of the Bulgars

I grew up and lived, in the Land of the Bulgars. There, I first learned to speak. There, I planted a walnut. There, I first felt love. There my character was built, in a hell of the past. A time of burden, stupor, and torpor. To live a shared destiny, with others, to see a […]

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The Death of the World – Part III

To think that a glass of water would be sufficient, for a lifetime of thirst. To say that a naked man will live through winter, alone, no shelter. Lunacy. And yet I believed, that the world will show mercy, and let go of me, willingly. Mongol tactics, to be shot in the back, while attempting […]