At the dance of the naked moon
a single leaf quivers...

Eyes locked, slowly we drift
knowing or not knowing...

Being was my forte,
where the words speak no more...

The flame will not die.
I pursue the path of smoke...

Bleak landscape
transcends its shoulders...

I allowed you to tread on me unflinchingly.
My mind on pause...

This shapeless fear
gives birth to cosmic vibrations...

Reading the innocence of leaves,
a tree, yellow stars...

The eye within the eye
of a soul is tranquil...

Pursuit of a desire
in the middle of philosophizing...

Standing on a cliff
holding the hand of a tall tree...

Non-eye vision penetrates.
The silent song trembles...