“At the first light of the dawn
the loner knight asked:
"Do you happen to know-
the abode of The Beloved?"
The skies went silent,
save their mournful clouds,
save their falling stars.
The pilgrim gave up his glowing twig-
to the gloom of the sands-
and replied:
“Don’t you see that poplar tree?
Well, right before the tree,
There is a lane that you’ll reckon, I deem.
For it is greener than a heavenly dream,
For it is generously shaded-
with the deep blue’s of love.
Well, if you See!
So walk down that lane,
You’ll arrive to the garden of sense;
Turn to the direction of the loner lake;
Listen to the genial hymn of leaves;
Watch the eternal fountain-
that flows from the spring of ancient myths-
till you fade away-
In a plain fear.
When a rigid noise-
Clatters into the fluid intimacy of the space,
you'll find a child-
on the top of a tree-
next to the nest of owls-
in hope of a golden egg.
Well, if you See.