The Creator

Poetry in translation. Translated from the Serbian.

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

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


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