Time of light, time of water
Night calls me serene air, serene sleep
Origin of the word, flowering of the earth
With my hands upon absence
The smell of myrrh, the smell of solitude
My being naked is the smell of dreams
To live in the silent word
Like a deer drinking the silence of the rose
Interpretation of the rose
If it's night and it surprises you
Like May, life approaches.
A different time in every absence.
White wall, I flow in the voice because of your silence.
Light enters through poetry.
Closing the cycle in the snow.
You had maps of other rivers.
I begin where the word begins.
Lotus and rose in the blue flower. ǂt Everything smells like silence.
With a boundless heart I stretch out in the light.
What about eternity? I know only lack.
Though nothing is fulfilled, the air is filled.
When something tends to the absolute.
