Between the fingers, the blades of grass slither, a delicate rhythm that sends a code that whispers: "be joyful!"
On the skin, the skeins of wind mingle, a beautiful dance that sends a message that sings: "be free!"
All around me, the hums of silence descend, a wondrous orchestra that creates a longing that urges: "be open!"
Far from me, the horizon is, pierced by my gaze that creates a song that says: "be!"Back to Poems