Walking the streets safe
on the sidewalk, looking around
ignorant when I will see something
that is just there, but strikes me
as something special

Warming myself by the fire
gazing into the flames
which consume my thoughts
without making me miss them
Am I still there?

Listening to the murmur
of the waterfall, rain
washing me inside
clean, empty and full
of what I don't know yet

Circling like a hovering bird
seeing everything and nothing
until an insight moves
into which I dive
Does the prey become me?

It goes by itself, as if
I can do something, understand
something, am something beyond
my reason, bigger than myself
light, empty and full