It's futile -wisdom
   without freedom
   begin with the latter
   it will create the former

There is a brunette lady
dancing in a white camping tent

from the outside you would say
that it is not a suitable place for grace

but no one knows that is the palace
of love and fear
where you can feel the heart move
the heart balance

make love with fear
make love with life
And being the fear of making love

no one knows that is the place
where a green labyrinth grows
and a rootless plum tree stands on a checkered floor

wonders what matters
to look for a suitable place

if you drink water in the desert
if black and white chess makes you
a graceless body
In need of giving love
In need of being loved.

Roll and Watching the doves playing.

Roll.
And
Watching the Doves.

In the white camping tent.