Shall this love only be my property
Acquired solely by my silly heart
Without, I will live in such poverty
I will be wrecked in this part.
Will this love only be my honor
Capturing pieces of my yearning soul
I see I can only be my wise doctor
And keep myself in dear control.

So shall this love flow
Staying together and slowly ageing
Shall it accomplish its wondrous growth
Before I feel the imminent fading.

Mischievous wind blows
On the sun kissed field
Graceful barley bows
To indicate its servility
Under the whopping sky.

Soon it is time for a
Masterful peasant
To humbly show its
Joy and respect
And worship the harvest.
In the sun kissed field
Under that golden shield.

Sometimes I feel like falling
Falling out of reality
And then I am floating
Floating in an imagination
And when reality hits me
I cannot say anymore
Where should be my destination.

What is it we are searching for?
Being in a constant conversation
With our deepest thoughts.
Even though it is a monologue
With no answers provided.

Do you know the truth?
Me neither,
I do not.

You know your heart has eyes
But your heart's eyes stay closed
If you refuse to open them
That is the heart what nature has created
To keep us alive
But also to posses that treasure
What our bare mind can't.

You can see the beauty
Yet the most beautiful
And the most important
Is still invisible.

You cannot see true love
Nor true happiness
But feel them.
Feel them travelling
Through your blood vessels
Passing into every cell
They come across.

Those things were created invisible
And they are meant to stay this way
Those which are the most important
That our bare eye cannot behold.
They teach us to see further
To see deeper.

The nature can create beautiful things
But it likes to hide the most beautiful of all.
Nature calls us to find those
Yet the finding can be hard.

If you can finally see the deepest beauty
The deepest of all
It shows you are finally removed
That shadow in front of your eyes.
Now that you have clear sight
You can tell me
What is really the beauty for you.

Isn't it the one which was so long invisible?
Isn't it the one which was hidden behind the blind?

Yet it is still invisible
And still hidden.
But you found it.

Wasn't it that you were always used to
Look at the facade?
And had not yet clear vision
How to enter behind?
You had no hope nor faith
Because you believed in that beauty
What nature had created
But not in what she had hidden.

Yet the hidden one must one see
As it is the eternal and live for thee.

La roche qui s'attable à l'ombre
Dans le calme, dans la solitude,
Je m'imagine moi-même, pour un instant
Sur la roche qui s'appelle la solitude.

Cette roche, entouré de trois arbres,
Qui se balancent gracieusement
Comme ils juste regardent
En voudraient d'offrir de la companie,
Pour moi et pour cette roche.
Qui ne peut jamais offrir
Ni de l'amour ni de l'affection.

Juste une place,
Pour s'asseoir.

Mais ça suffit pour moi,
À l'ombre,
Une place sur cette roche,
Pour faire de la poésie
Avec plus de fantasie.