…and the decades passed
like beach sand through
the fingers when you see
the sunrays diffract in
the iodized air by the sea foam
now I ought to endure the humbleness
that costs much more than
Simplicity
more than unimaginable world.
Those sounds I turned into
letters layer upon layer
have lost their Logos and
became symbols as if
turned into Sutra text
Incomprehensible till lunacy
These breaths turned into bruises
like bruises turns yellow
so I healed myself over and over
and the Phoenix I am not.
Humbly yet firm I stay
calm and serene as if
you ponder upon the sparkling
dew on the Iris leaf
when it announces another spring
I shall and will stay here to stare
at hearts and gaze the stars
on a turtle shell to find
omens for another aeon
