JOANNA
KALINOWSKA
LISTENING TO THE BLUE
I wake up gently and the sun is not
up yet
but already the light of dawn
announces his coming
with every breath wakes the pure
joy of existence,
admiration and gratitude for the
magnificence of creation
then I feel the warm rays of the
sun caressing my face
I am so attracted to the intense
blue of the sky
I feel almost lost in it
day by day I discover the secrets
of nature
and I understand that I am his
integral part
in my eyes I have the absolute
clarity of that day
sea blue and calm, what on the
horizon becomes the sky
and the idea of garden green
islands
wondrous beauty, lost after his
circle
I have the desire to stay here
hear in the silence the voice of
the sea
see the waves kissing the shore
and listen to the voice of the wind
and I feel myself infinitely
expanded upon,
enclosing stars, galaxies
feeling inside me every animal,
each living being present on my
planet
enjoying and suffering with them
in the temple of my body I can hear
the voice
She speaks to me with an Infinite
Love
the truth that we are Oneness
the One Divine Energy
that pervades the All in all sizes,
at the brightest star
to the insignificant grain of dust
on Earth
I'm with you, I'm with them, I‘m
water and earth
I'm happy Here and Now
SAMSARA
there is mystery in every single
drop of water
when it rains from heaven thousands
of drops fall
and one seems to be similar to the
second
and each one is a perfect
reflection
the surrounding world, a small
masterpiece of nature ...
First hung at your eyelashes seemed
to be a tear
and then slid on your lips
as if it wanted to say something to
you
another settled on your hair
skimming through them giving a
brief caress
and then there are others
that have fallen on oak leaves
soaked and have become a part of it
millions of drops have been
drinking from the earth
and they have become the grass,
flowers, and trees
those that have remained on the
ground
kidnapped by the rays of the sun
quickly they fled to the sky
we are as millions of droplets
similar between them and each
different
everyone is trying to achieve a
different goal
but in the end we all fly up to the
sky
trapped in a perpetual cycle of
circulation
JOY IN THE MORNING
and yet just open your eyes
the morning greets us similar to
others
but the different happiness
dissipates in the air
because the joy of life never stops
They absorb every sound,
every note and now I know how the
day will be
vibrating sun on the clear sky
I still feel the fragrance of dreams
entangled half white sheets
drowsiness jasmine erotic
now is the time to enjoy the
friendly and joyful greetings
immerse yourself in the crystal
clear day
get carried away by this wave of
thoughts
without putting up a dam
and my heart beats:
I am
I am
I am
in this moment I am
an integral part of the universe
JOANNA KALINOWSKA
JOANNA
KALINOWSKA,
says about herself, that she was born under a wandering star. She, as a child
(a daughter of an officer), often moved from one place to another. These
constant changes taught her the openness and the willingness to meet new people
and places. She spent many years in Poland. Sixteen years ago she moved to
Italy. She has always been writing but she publishes now. Her book “Ascoltando
Azzurro –Wsłuchana w błękit” was written so that
people who speak different languages can express the same feelings. Three
volumes of her poetry were edited and her poems were printed in various
anthologies and magazines. She writes and publishes in two languages, both Polish
and Italian. She loves these two countries. They are her homelands. She
arranged “The Amici Italia-Polonia Association”. Its headquarters there is in
Taranto — the city where she lives and works. She is a teacher, but she
actually works as a translator and an activist of the Polish community. She is
a member of the Warsaw Association of Literature’s Translators. Joanna works
for the Italian literary-cultural group “La Vallisa”, too. She also cooperates
with magazine of this group. She is the initiator and organizer of many
cultural and social events.
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