And blows in her horns- May you never drink blood- From her cup full of thorns- As an addition to Love- What a healthy supplement- All the richness of red- All the depth of abandonment--- © Dalia Lane

The stones now look like grains- The dreams come true- Filling your sideboard’s frames- I see you laugh on them- You try to look content- Your life has so matured- But child in you remains--- © Dalia Lane

Is life of a flower- In the universe made of other flowers- Of galaxies and tears- Dark matter and gravity- Relativity and duality- Is-ness and isn't-ness- Nights and stars- Lives and deaths- Springs and old age- Gods and nuns- Loves and lives- Right and false- Life in cycles- Is our blessing - Is our curse--- © Dalia Lane

By taking the finest pieces of our souls- Just string by string - Translucent- Bead by bead- Fiber by fiber- Tear by tear- Pearl by pearl- Diamond of love- At some new angle we must turn- And suddenly we see it clearly - As never--- © Dalia Lane

Нагорье армянское - Вынимает душу- Древними пальцами - Кладет на солнце- И ее омывает-- Красно-синими травами - Рыжими скалами - Ветроворотами- Облакопадами- Сквозь долины органные- Миррой и ранами-- Под низинами неба- Но с высот памяти- Эти люди-зерна- Неустанногордые- И навеки печальные- Прорастают узорами- Орнаментом каменным-- Оседают ладаном- На стенах красных храмов- Плачут в песнях- Никем не услышанных- Люди-зерна- Смеются и любят пронзительно- А глаза их детей - Как будто все уже видели--- © Dalia Lane