*** (The human soul is merely a leaf)

The human soul is merely a leaf that flutters in the dark sun of autumn. I like autumn.

It is brown-golden in color and is associated with rebirth. She dances to the tune of the wind.

It is unfair when the lightest are picked, the ones that do not resist,

Do they have the right to have their hands stretched out to the Eden?

It is sad when psychoses bind the mind and keep desires from going out.

When desires and willingness are nothing.

When ignorance and uncertainty have greater strength and power

    -   than the gravity of the Moon.

Powerlessness is then the only word, the expression that signifies everything.

I would like to become as light as the leaves - the ones dancing on the breath of autumn.

Impossible for me to lose everything.

Being a leaf, I will wrap around the moon where I will disappear when I need to.

I don't want it for me.

I don't want to be the air.

I do not want my limbs and eyes to be enchanted in uncertainty.

I want to draw from the source.

There, stability and knowledge are everything.

To speak and to feel

            to feel and to speak.

                                                       and then to fall silent, to understand,

                                                               and to fall silent, to feel and to speak.

                      To disappear, to speak and to fall silent,

   to feel, to be afraid.

And to walk in silence again,

to speak about understanding

and to feel the fear of disappearing.

Will you be there?

In case you disappear,

- to let go vibrations it’s impossible,

to let go of feelings - without willingness,

to give up life is like giving up the heaven.

So why am I still judging the distance and strength of the fall?

In case you disappear.