Tremendous fear is rising
I can see it on my horizon.
What will it be?
What will I see?
It’s me.
You hear?
Your worse and last love.
Love of thought.
It’s hazing upon you.
Waiting for the fugue.
The storm that will destroy you.
It will make your soul furious.
When stars will play their dice upon your life.
And you would stare on them and cry.
And maybe, say goodbye.
It’s time.
For the new day to come.
To face some.
When trees will cower your death.
And violin will endlessly weep.
With your body upon it’s hills.
Hills of god’s genuine,
endless, absolute magnificent beauty.
That will take you in it’s arms and fly away.
To another day.
To seek another way.
To say.
Everything is ecstatic in it’s pain and hate,
Beauty and love.
Every piece is dancing in it’s misery.
And laughing on it’s perfection.
Wait, until one day everything will disappear and become one.
That will be the worship of life to it’s on feet.
And nature will just seat.
And watch…
The rise of the dying sun.
The last haze of moon.
The last chirping of birds, and the breath of the wind.
Galaxies will close together and everything will dissolve in an instant
Then we will find out the main secret of nature,
The deepest soul within us.