Bow to self
or get destroyed in love?
The choice of every breath
Is it my mind blabbering?
or is it You whispering?
I cannot know
I want to be lost in these uncertainties
and never return
But this container, roots itself to the ground
while my soul expands like the sky
Like light that spreads everywhere
and becomes a part of every being
Light, that does not change beings
and that lets them be
This fragile mind of mine
can never comprehend this joy.