You are my body language,

My spirit, an echo in mountain ranges

My Mysterious Manuscript, script

My DNA, I pray

And every cell's vibrant

My inner ray...

My legacy, my bond,

My ink flowing through the veins of Time...

My word, and my key, the source of my Rhyme

I write, and I dive,

and I sink in the thoughts of my ancestors,

to speak to you in their voices,

There is rhythm and stanza in my heart...

My poem, my prayer, my art...

Invisible wax pattern on the canvases of life

appearing in the soft light of a candle...

Tabula Rasa, a chaotic battle/ the most harmonious in the world temple, a temple...

I am everything and I am nothing

I am my child, I am my children

I am an eco echo of my ancestors,

The echo, and in its vibrations

They're various reverberations

Of an infinite spirit

Of the power

Of ((O)) o'unconditional

Of love...