The Angel Who Visited Me
he was so fast
that I could barely touch him
he stayed for a short time
yes, a few weeks, but
he was so gentle and invisible
that I didn’t know he was there right away
and when I realized
I thought he was some intruder
who would capture me
I tried to chase him away
I didn’t know he was only on a short visit
I was afraid, suspecting the depth of love
yet we touched, we talked, we cried
because we couldn’t go on together
I felt guilty – did I chase you away, angel
no, you didn’t, I needed one more step to freedom
and through you I achieved it, he said
since then I’ve learned to accept
that it had to be that way
Kristina Šubašić, 4.5.2023.
Defendance
Sometimes it seems like there is no truth
A chance for shelter
Sometimes it seems like there is no good news
And as if we are surrounded by fear
Because what will happen tomorrow, how to move forward
When news of disharmony on all levels
prevail and penetrate the shields
But I feel, I believe, I know! That all this is only on the surface
That it is all part of the path on which we learn
I know, I simply know
That a deep unity connects the universe
And that it lives from Light and from Peace
And that life is maintained by those invisible
Who do not want to stand out
Who in freedom love constantly
Kristina Šubašić, 21.5.2023.
Become The Sea
The most important thing in life is
to become the sea.
I have no other choice.
The sea understands me.
Wash away the saltiness of tears with the saltiness of the sea wave.
Put a smile of sea foam on my face.
I have no other choice but
to be the sea and embrace the world with myself.
And let the world surround me, to inhabit me,
so that we can heal ourselves with freedom.
I understand now, my sea,
to become you
to be you
there is no other choice for me.
Kristina Šubašić, 14.5.2023.
Conversation From Depth of the Soul
Let us speak always
as if we were dying,
as if tomorrow would never arrive,
as if yesterday we discovered
the unity of souls
and the need to grant each other
freedom
and a flight of the spirit.
When shall we meet again like this,
in this form, in this boundless time?
We touch with a flicker, a heartbeat, a breath,
and then time delivers its judgment.
Let us speak
as if we were vanishing,
as if we were letting go,
as if we were accepting:
Yes, this soul is a part of me,
and together we are part of the universe.
Let us always speak
as if there were no return.
Then we shall be the most sincere,
the most beautiful,
the most merciful.
Always… as if we were dying…
let us speak.
Kristina Šubašić, May 12, 2023
Memory of Paradise
Your fire in me awakens
Memory of Paradise.
When we lived our first lives
The most holy flame
We exchanged with our breath.
May it never go out.
Now I see it again in our glances.
A spark of fire was transmitted through lives,
Through centuries and through eras
And remains unextinguished.
It moves occasionally
To new atoms, to new bodies and universes
And I always see it most clearly
Between sleep and wakefulness
When together we call
Memory of Paradise.
Your eyes
Your eyes
Are in love
With me
I look at myself
In your gaze
Oh, I see the powerful beauty
With which
Your eyes adorn me
