My song is an eulogy to the wind
I only appear here by the touch of that wind
A thought made a jewel
By being the touch of the touch
Engendered by the ecstatic ambrosia of the wind
This appearance is always in some form
and ‘here’ is a pivot, a nucleus in which the wind appears so fiercely but only at this point to point at its silence made of our synchronous union, causeless.
Here has always been here
Taking shapes driven from the qualities of its essence.
A wholeness, an own world, whole in itself so one can hear it by being it,
by stepping into it : One is input
The daring one! One whose loving intention is output.
One sees therefore that there is absolutely no linear perception of time in here driven from non-dual embodiment of its algorithm unknown. Unknown but…
Step in to this nucleus just
Encircled by us you shall find the treasure hidden between two breaths
Labeless is the vision, seeing the light of the color
Through which one can travel
Seeing the color is hearing the color of the untouchability of its smell
but if you touch it just verbally the wind gets angry and maybe steals your glove
by the memory of this occurrence which runs through the wooly pink
One can reflect and open the doors of the Gateless Gate
I am a goddess of shape of white
I am the daughter of the depth of dark
I am the granddaughter of the moon
I am the lover of the wind whose eyes are made of Skies
I do not appear in time
You can only see me through the eyes of me.
A spoken version and a video of the poem: