I am persecuted like You, Most Pure Mother Keep me by the grace of the Nightingale Mountain Under the shadow of Wisdom, under the roof of the Most High In the Bosom above the heavens surpassed. I will take refuge in the gardens of your pakibytiynyh O Virgin, O Mother of the passionate and persecuted. Father, my soul is drawn to you From the...
The Poetry of Blessed John
My poetry collections can only be read in a pack of events, mental enlightenment. They will open in the pre-awakening when the inner lamp is lit and illuminates the darkness of the underworld… To the layman sleeping around the clock at the TV — the dedication of my nocturnal event tablets with the bliss of experienced unearthly states. Shocks associated with insights about the true Deity, not yet revealed to the world. What joys await a person after the revelation of the kindest kind Deity of pure love…
From the earth I will ascend to the Bridal Chamber
In the passion hear the cry in the desert. The holy madness will happily pass away, the radioactive cloud will dissipate, the prison will be replaced by a light face. From the earth I will ascend to the Bridal Chamber. washed, immaculately conceived. to the Throne of the fire-ghost. Beloved — in the ages of His name, The pillar of the fortress...
Russian tears
Evfrosiniya's hut. Nostalgic Russian landscape. A three-horse in the snow rushes through the forest. It's as cold as the North Pole. Sviridov wrote a suite for Mandelstam and orchestra. Two decrepit old ladies, widowed brides. There's no one to say a word to, it's so lonely. Holy Russia is waiting for a New God – a good, different One, without...
O Lady of the Sacred Heart
O Lady of the Sacred Heart, open the doors of the inner temple, illuminate the subconscious cellars. The Lord has chosen You. The first among brides ascended the Solovetsky Cross and received a hundred million silent groans into Her Mother's Bosom. Oh, where are you, where are you, wise virgins, brides of the unnatural? Gone to the halls of...
How light is produced, a poet knows
How light is produced, a poet knows – From the aromas of coniferous trees More, more, From a drop of donated blood From the disaster in Pskov From the Cross of Calvary From the experience of the Holocaust overnight Six million Jews in a civilized ghetto, From an unanswered email From the music of the Kingdom frozen on the forehead of a suicidal...
A man greater than himself
A man greater than himself What kind of crater did he end up in? Here he is a pioneer persistent dwells near a slum dump Ivanov with the pseudonym Perpetusa, not recognized by himself. Here he is distant from the generic program, expelling toxic particles from the lungs. Here he is hanging out among his peers, The suicidal longing of the city...
Float up from the bottom of the arctic ocean
Rise from the bottom of the arctic ocean, mother of the Seraphites fabulously beautiful Hyperborea, the power source of the aftartic generation – Old Russian Hyperborea. Sacred storerooms sleeping under the ice with a giant image of Alma Mater Dei et humani on them… Father, why did You take on yourself where I should have taken over myself?...
I wasn’t looking for a crown
I was not looking for a crown and I was afraid of pain, I fell asleep with an Ostrobramskaya in my hands — I woke up. According to the inexorable logic, among the murderers, the preserved one survived his 20 Theodora ordeals with faith: The Lord will reward. And found in Her Bosom, persecuted and cursed – The world is coveted. Guard me, God...
Wow, what height is needed
Wow, what a height it takes to sing the hymns of God-marriage — the head will spin! Wow, yes, what a height of Heaven and the Communion of the Most Pure, to remain a pure virgin among the depraved nativity scenes of the city! Wow, how much strength, Lord of strength! It was You who raised me up, by the clear sea, on the waters of the...