In my solitude, what does my spirit reach for?
The dreaded car sounds sound so sweet to me today.
Where do they come from, and where are they going?
Rumi sits next to me, a good gift from a better friend. In him I see the whirling infinitude that makes and breaks everyone.
I am everyone I and I am myself too.
Butterflies never fail to bring me back to this world.
They fly so gently, flutter so elegantly, eternally gliding towards better tomorrows, even though they don’t know what that means, and neither do I.
I am kissed by the sun, I feel so sensual in its light. Ah, and what a bright light it is, revealing everything.
I fly above the trap of my wishes, these polished mirrors bright and alluring, and the dog stands next to me just as she is, being always there without following me.
I taught her to be my master, and now in her I see beauty and salvation.
Does anyone realize what it is to be alive, do I?
I have searched so much, asked and wondered so much, so much, so much.
I am that search, that wonder, it runs in my blood and holy spirit, and here is what I have found so far –
To be alive is the greatest thing there is.
23/02/2022
the aleph 