Ha. It feels absolutely beautiful, beyond words and measure I flinch not now, to spit on all the illusions of the earth For there exists not any surrogate pleasure That can feed this Fire in the heart’s hearth!

All the wait, change, moulding intentions all along Something lingered with the will to persist Simple like a child’s first word or a bird’s sweet song; I try not any more against the flow to resist.

With different faces for different people all day Still not forgetting which mask fits whom This work i do uncontended will now not stay Ripping apart all facades and making more room.

Is this the absolute silence after the storm In the wilderness, amidst chaos, the perfect pattern As though emerging out and clings to the heart in absolute form The never ending cycle, always revolves around the rhythm.