Blessed is the God.
Thank you for the pain.
It has take me to pieces.
Life’s throbbing,
Sky’s beating,
Leg’s stepping.
The night
becomes empty.
Wind’s singing.
Lilac’s in bloom,
Bee’s sitting
on its violet
flower.
It collects
the melody
in its tiny
bucket,
Gold sand’s flying;
It twirls, where it has a rest.
The branch’s gasping.
Breath comes out,
Heart opens,
The seed takes root.
It already
unfolds
its leaves.
A drop of water
is trembling,
and rolling.
It grows the sprout
like a sparkling
teardrop.
The sun touches me
with its charming tongue.
It draws out
what you are.
It’s in bloom;
It’s stretching
and suffering.
It stuck out
its branches.
It’s green again.
The man’s growing.
The sunshine
of the eye
keeps alive
and grows.
The power of words caresses
like a mother does.
To write
is like
to live.