Writings

There is just this

The one was touched by the many

The word was felt like an eternal echo

It resonated three times in every direction

The harmonics are past, present, future

The wavelenghts are vibration, light and sound

The nature is mother, and the sun is father

Some say extasy became joy, then love, then peace

Sand became earth, which became bricks, which became walls

Then she opened her eyes, on time

There is just this