You echo my sound
Into my own laughter
There is a magic
When I speak to you

So vast and limitless you are
You don't ask for any sense
You are amazed
When you see yourself reflected in me

You look at yourself
As if
I am looking down in the ocean
An ocean upside down

Who are you
You show yourself to me through
the swift dance of leaves with the wind
You sing about yourself
Through the birds and howling wind

Is this my way of knowing you
Or is it your way of knowing me

This is our language
This is our music
This is our poison 

Maybe life wants to
Put Xs in all the boxes

When it puts first X
Don't rush to put your O there

Then all the boxes will be
slowly filled with Xs
That's abundance
And not a game to win 

Metaphors

In the world of logic
You are looked as absurd Metaphors
They want bricks
To build a construct
That's why there is incompleteness

They can't construct
The world based on Metaphors
Nothing could be chained together
Logic fails to see
The missing space in between
That could not be bridged

Let's dance in that space
Let's laugh in that space
Let's love in that space 

Multiverses

Isn't the multiverse right here
with each of us in different universes
And this place is the complex intersection
of the many universes

Isn't time travel right here
when one is still
and shifting towards something

I saw you then
I see you now
We recognize each other
From a time before
From a different world

This me is not me
This you is not you
This world is one of the possibilities
It existed for only that instant
Then you moved
And I moved
Never to see again
Yet always to exist in that instant  

What is that,
that's concealed in my breath
that's the canvas of this painting
that's the rain of silence

Strange is that
that's like a waking dream
that's when the space is alive

So gentle is that
that I cannot breath it in
that I cannot perceive it as a memory
that doesn't exist if I know of it and bother

Such is this rain
that doesn't touch me
although I drown in it

Such delicate is this balance
which doesn't exist
if I try

Is it that which
My master is talking about
Such simplicity
Such love

Do you remember the time
When you had no memory?
No breath inside the body

How was it like there
In the essence
Where were you
In the heart, in the head?
Or were you the mother?

Do you remember the first sensation
On your clear blank being
What was it
A sound, a light or was it
The breath itself

The Last Translation

All the things I saw as my past

That was the future 

Looking back at past

Suddenly I was looking at the past at my front 

and not at the back

Because the recognition is first

And then there are events

The recognition is before the events

But maybe the recognizer is veiled 

The recognition is naive and gullible 

Through the maze of the meanings 

I cut through 

To the last translation 

To the last contradiction

I stand now at the recognition 

And I fall in conflict   

There is the raining silence 

And uprooting chaos 

I put my guard down 

And there is reverence 

The dance of creation 

The silent explosion 

The ever imploding expression

The intellect surrenders 

To the mercy of the master