(From "On the Frescoes of A Mind"):
(to stand in the centre of this)
the sea turns green
(to stand in the centre of this)
noise evolves into music
(to stand in the centre of this)
as the grass dances, trees move as a wall of breath
(to stand in the centre of this)
no sorrow is able to silence it
(to stand in the centre of this)
an ancient place is reborn before my eyes are closed
in a form of a song elevating itself from lightness
as the devastated sufferer is now cleansed
(to stand in the centre of this)
and from the thoughts released one draws new ideas and walks new paths
(to stand in the centre of this)
and from the images blurred by the sun one harvests dead animal’s songs and a new breath
(to stand in the centre of this)
and from the troubled images of violence one finds dawn and tones of a new heartbeat
(somewhere inside of love)
to see, to smell, to think, to hear, to grow!
(somewhere inside of love)
we all drift, we all fall, we all glow!
The wind rises, as the sun, as the forest, enters my soul, glowing.
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