En route to the summit

 

 

Zen

 

Green pearls roll on my hand

I focus the emptiness of the blue sky

Trembles my spine

A tear evades her eyes

 

Some incident in the antipodes of the world

Disturbs my meditation

 

I’m now everywhere

With you

 

 

Idol

 

Regretfully there’s nothing left

Only ruins and debris

 

My fate was to mirror you

My idol, my tutor

But I failed

 

Chaos erupted

From the flames

That sent you back to the ashes

 

What is the matter of an ending,

When all beginnings seem so empty?

 

 

Tarot

 

I know

I will know

I knew

 

Everything was set

From past to present to future

 

Everything is set

Everything will be

 

Dare to be whole

 

 

 

Rabbi

 

I have a vertebra of Arabic origin

A tongue of Latin spell

A Hebraic skin

An Indian look

An Oriental gait

 

Read the book of my blood in all languages

And send my soul to space

 

Sacred is my secret name written in the stars

 

 

 

Zenith

 

Touch my hand

Give me a look of tenderness

Smile with me

Be my voice

Craft the void of my sorrow with letters made of gold