ART. POETRY. CONSCIOUSNESS. Celestial Nomad

Nariste Alieva

A thousand perfect lives,
None of them are real?


Machine and the Soul

We are the ghosts in the machine,

Flesh carved by the light of screens,

Minds flickering like stars,

Set to be extinguished—

Not by death, but by a brighter mind,

A mind that never sleeps.

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Present

One night I woke up

In the deep-blue waters.

Tranquility seized me

And silenced was I.

The beauty was present,

And I was gone.

The arms of the heaven

Is here and now.

Solitude, present

With eyes wide open.

The flower of life,

The world is divine.

And everything present

Was It and was I.

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