At the turn of days

at the turn of days
   when the dew turns to stone
and the stone is composed in the mountain range
how the infinity of questions
   which by their very existence create answers
that do not come to anyone
because they are no longer needed
   no one hears, for you have become your own answer
   no one hears because your yourself have became the answer
which only resonates and sounds
                in the harmony of the universe
at the turn of days

on the way
in a state of equilibrium without eyes
                with gaze fixed and seeing of strong seeing
connected without pain and aggression
                to all that feels and is
as fertile permeable land
you are ready to catch again
                the dew of all weeping hopes of world you hear

walking
cautiously and in the safety of his powerful thoughts
along knowing paths
    like a swamp between two dogs howling at the moon
without wings and yet levitating
    as far as your lightness will allow you to go
not feeling attached to the body and the earth's surface
    as a weight and punishment of God
in an infinity of character and characterless roles of human
    destinies that you know in advance how they will end

that want to become
long to become
they want to become a passionate force of thought
                written into the future

and you just choose what you need to be
   what you work with
   what you collaborate on
               to chose your own light and shadow

Here and Now
according to the laws of God
staying in the middle of yourselve
              as an eternity of pure light
and connected to you
      to cast my own shadow on the walls of your house
                in the middle of you
because without you I was blind

oh, how powerful and yet so small and simple my Thanks
because without you I was blind

and I could not heal myself:
just to touch and caress our souls
                gently, very gently
... and go

'cause staying in the middle of time
       like stillness in the eye of a tornado
to bring you love and peace
       in concentrated will to wish for nothing
just love and peace
       in compassionate being of fullness

'cause to wait at the turn of days

until you turn the dew into stone
       and compose the stone in the mountain range
until you turn the mountain into sand
       and the desert into oase with the wind of conscience
until you change the heat of conscience into knowledge
       and the pain of knowledge into forgiveness
until you change your forgiveness into understanding
      and the understanding in the closeness of compassion
into a compassionate loving being

because in the meantime I have changed
I have turned into new infinity
             into a woman's hug and embrace
into a loving house of compassionate being
                at the turn of days
in concentrated will to wish for nothing
'cause I have all I need

I have changed into Thank you
into Love you and Love your soul
                so much love your soul

'cause I understand
              in the closeness and hope of compassion

'cause I have changed in the meantime


at the turn of days