Title: The Creator
Description: The Deceived Devil

No sound, no light
The world beyond existence
Dead time

No evil, no good
Everything sleeps

A deceived devil languishes
 

THE LIGHT-BEARER
 

The Light-Bearer

I
By turmoil into the darkness
By a blazing cry
By storm and conquest
The Creator
The Pantokrator
The World-Maker
The Light-Bearer
The Demiurge
The Conquistador
The Lover
Of the emptiness he fills out

II
There is nothing to move before him
As there was nothing before him
Noble conquest
Fire and growth
Toward his self through emptiness he flies
Emptiness hovers in him
He eats her
She eats him
The most beautiful face that no one ever saw
Too big to be seen
His hand touched everything
His eyes watched from everywhere

III
What is the secret
What deceit, what shadow
What is our delusion about him
We are so little with a big desire
Still piercingly glimpse
We see the surroundings
But don’t see below
We are the fire, the desire
Rational nerve of matter
What shape and sound are looked for in us
What so we look for in them?

IV
The world sleeps, wakes up,
The world hurries, warms up, cools down;
The world is a navy in an empty ocean.
We are castaways or sailors
We look at the outside
We look at the sea
Not knowing we are divers
We game, remembrance, fragrance
We spring, bloom 
We see growth, beauty, torment
We decay, reach old age, darkness
We are ice in the end
Ice to ice
 

Dragon

From nothing he comes alone,
Fire and sound he is,
Passionate and beautiful
Assimilates into two worlds
Two armies he leads
Enchanting
With smiles he deceives,
Glares and invites
With fire, when he awakes.
His face,
Invisible because of greatness, might,
Into a shape he transforms and divides
By invisible light that connects and
Shapes his nervous system.
He nourishes with his bloodstream,
Spreading his breath
Forceful and passionate he breaks.
He is the fire.
I am the fire,
To his own self he says
Fire only listens to fire,
Fire is the source of shape
I am the source of fire, but
He thunders, flares, breaks
His fire will not end
When it ends
From ashes he rises again
 

Whispering Targets

You know good,
You know good is not always good.
You show both faces
And hide them at the same time
One with one 
With your target you make the one
Your target is your other pole
Your target, the Devil’s intent
Born from desire and
Formidable
Yet too benevolent, immobile
If without a target.
The biggest good sleeps
Awakened by fire and the fiery blast
Tempest and bustle.
Target gives birth to light,
Target toward which you direct your light;
Every birth is painful;
The target almost unconquerable.
What feeds fire?
Uprising mass
Spins and hovers in space;
A dreadful law it hides.
Through whispers you maintain
Your wide expanded self
Voracious
Ruttish
Vibrant toward the target
You temper yourself
Whisper to yourself
Run away
You know how huge you are
What kind of force and law,
Lowness and grandeur, a majesty
Do shine from you.
Whispering yet, you soften
A faraway way
And the target starts to whisper
 

Flight

There is nobody to hear you.
Is the journey more important than the destination
The Ocean or the Shore
Await you
Confuse you, observe.
You—the Ocean
You—the Shore
Before the darkness
You fill the emptiness with your voice
Echoes wait on the way;
If they are stronger
Journey becomes easier.
Letters are guides, swooping birds
Guiding you with glimmers.
You are your own teacher.
Moving closer by intuition;
It has been long since you sailed
But still in the beginning;
You uttered countless letters
You talked.
Every sound—a new bird.
Birds grow with space;
You follow their chirping;
They fly with full force
Faithfully waiting for you.
You send them ahead
So behind is always ahead
You are closing the circle
Continuing the spiral
Letters compete in a race,
They wave to you;
Your dream is their truth;
Without your dream there would be no letters
There would be no harbor, no shore
Or a true flight
 

A Curtain of Light

A drop of light becomes the
Curtain of light.
With warmth of drops
The light retells, reaffirms;
By sound and scent
From the light
Shining pearly fingers call.
You are part of the image, an effigy
You cannot see it,
You only follow the shining hand
You gaze at one another;
Faraway by touch, the hand watches you
Takes you to carry you
Into a vortex.
Film of infinity before you was an
Alternation of untranslatable impressions.
Forgetting yourself
You submerge into the light.
 

Pure Light

By myself
By yourself
In myself
I turn to you
Confess
You talk
Far away
Deeper
Into myself
I recognize the resonance
I surmise you,
I hear your breath, an undertone
I see your contours
So soft
You do create
Give birth and fix upon return
Measure yourself by yourself
Your word is your spirit;
If only you utter it,
It becomes a shape
One word—a star
Another—a bird
You have to whisper
Lonely and removed,
Too strong to show yourself entirely
To talk with full voice
You open up to merit
How beautiful you are
Yes, you are.
Whoever denies your beauty
Doesn’t know himself, denies himself.
Farther and farther
Deeper and deeper 
Into myself
Toward you
 

Waiting

You talk, you create
Big, broad, wide, you glow
Shine

You give, you take
Warm and kindled

You smile by the light coming
From the hiding realm of water

You come and go
Unannounced
 

Perpetuum Mobile

Reflexes glow
Snow
Warmth
Wakening
Clamor
Bodies shine under the light
Wilderness calls
Sweet scents
She
Attracts
The wolf
Mates of all kinds
Children
Arrive in the world
Cheer
Mourn
Eat
Others
And others eat them
Forget
Move forward
Pass the law
Survive
Disappear
Evolve
Ugly and beautiful both
The same in the same place
With claws
Teeth
Hard and soft skin
With legs, without legs,
With wings, without wings
With lungs, without lungs
They move
Give birth
Die and
Continue
Survive
Disappear
Transform
Gnash their teeth
Kiss by poison
Attack by scent
With big and small mouths
Heads
Tirelessly
Per tact and law
Eat, hunt, and mate
What propels them?
We don’t know.
 

Disorder

Huge houses spring up
To be brought down 
Soon afterwards
By the people 
Who make roads, and erase them
You run
Crowd
Bypass
Collide
Sounds
Sweat
Speed
Avoidance of meetings
Glances
So enemies cannot take advantage
You have to keep up
Life in the forest
You stopped showing fear
Sharpened to wait for the right moment
So you can attack
 

The Devil and God

Fire and chaos
Free will and truth
Contact, the touch you bestow

Break through and ascend
With masculine power
You overpower, conquer yourself

Flight and fall
Devil and God
Two sides of the same face

 

FOREST OF THE UNIVERSE
 

You

Winds, waters, thunder
Are your whispers

Your root pierces emptiness
You are your own food.

You are a hovering tree
A noble animal
 

A Glaring Heart-Core

Cities shine
Forests shine
Whispering shores shine
The world expects a glance
Illumination

The air whispers
Your eye falls
On a distant shadow
An observatory
From where you look around
From where the world leads you
To the promenade
To open the glaring heart core
 

The World of Drops

Light elevates, grows, and talks
Water talks to the wind
Syllables, cascades
Birth the world
 

Water

Ceremoniously springing up
Water announces

The world springs from water
And melted thought blooms
 

News

Inhabit me, move in me
My eyes
And watch

Inhabit me
My tongues
And talk

Inhabit me
Ears of the world
So I will hear with your hearing
 

Breeding

I entered an ant
And listened to it

I moved into a bird
And flew

I moved into a leaf
And drank light

I moved into a shape
And became water

I dissolved
And moved into the earth

I sprouted from the earth
And grew
 

Forest Universe

I was an eye of the Sun
I was a tale of the comet
I was the water of the ocean
Swan’s wing
Pray to an eagle
Shadow and chimera

I was the air
Fire I was
The earth and its memory
Tooth of a shark
Strength of a lion 
In the forest of the universe

 

Atoms of Infinity

The story passes on
A repeated spectacle
A new story

Light yellow and clear blue
Color invisible to the other eye
Melted and vibrant
Atoms of infinity that smile
 

The Fruit Bearer

Darkness
World bearer

Breath
Life giver

Water
Vortex

The holy world glows
Like a lightening bug
 

Trees and Emptiness

From where the light springs
Or thought that inhabits us

From where the tree grows
All it eats may be emptiness
 

The Root

I open up space
Growing inside

In the root transformed
I merge enriched.
 

Scream

Endless silence hides
The endlessly unpredictable scream.

Silence is afraid of its hidden scream;
Never knows where it hides.

In an endless silence even screams sound silent
For in every sound sleeps the silence.
Subjects: The Creator, Dejan Stojanovic, Serbian poetry, Serbian poets, Eastern European poets, Poetry in translation, poetry books