Sublime

In the depths, the scents seem to me

Like essences of Divine Light

And stars of pure Magic are falling smoothly but stung

I do not always see colors, but I see when the sun is up

And it's hard when it's dark without the Moon.

And the stars flicker like the Fireflies from the Fairy tales

Which fascinates our Inner Child

But when I want to call them and ask them to speak to me

I wait and I wait, but I still have Patience, their answer comes slowly.

And when the Moon appears as an Anchor to all that is Integrated,

I open up to her, breathe deeply and tell her everything I got deep in my Soul

Her song, the scent of the night and the sounds that take me...

To the sea, to the desert, and to the sun,

Under the ground, to the giant heights, to the Sublime.