Nothing is too far from the beginning,

Wandering desires,

Murderous instinct,

Turning leaves.

 

I go deeper,

Without knowing,

Where it all ends,

If I’ll be returning.

 

I am grounded,

My roof,  the endless sky.

Time is an abyss,

My cross heavy,

 

Trees inhale and exhale,

The earth’s breath.

 

Music tears us into,

Enchanted souls,

The mind is scattered,

Into infinite mirrors.

 

Everything grows,

Everything dies,

The ripples of dreams,

Slowly wake us,

With their rise and falls.