The sky is flying
like the light echo of time
life is infinite

Take me with You to my language
I’m whirling in the wind
whispering an echo of things
touching eternity
take me to the thought I almost have
my feet are dancing with reality
dancing beyond the beauty of cosmos
Where can I free myself
I’m the dancer of the inner world
my soul melts in light

I listen to the rain in Istanbul
birds sing silent melody
the streets are full of mystical light
I walk through the Sufi path
recite the poetry of Orhan Veli Kanik
and my eyes are shining with sweetness
I listen to the rain in Istanbul
the voices of the Grand Bazaar
merge with the echo of the saint texts
I taste the sounds of the eternal Istanbul
and my heart is filled with joy

Childhood in Poland.  
Carefree and warm.
We flounder in the water like beavers
and although leeches pinch us in the calves
we build the dam.  

The river is dreaming.  

Reflecting as in a mirror
the familiar faces
of friends and loved ones,
they forgot me,
their children have grown up
and gone into the unknown.  

The river is dreaming.  

And I’m still standing on the footbridge.
I'm afraid to jump.
Cross the dam of time.

the prophets fly free
passing the eternal walls
in the sea of light

rushing people
rattle in reality
remain unreal
crowding everywhere
disappear rapidly
in the roaring
rattle of time

in the mirror of reality
I 'm only the shape of the shadows
looking at hidden light
nothing matters any more
I'm coming back to myself
discovering the sense
of being