It must be something more
in this world of colourful plumes,
Something more than different pasta shapes
and more than plagiarism of life and death,

It must be something more
than written and unwritten myths,
than sensual and wild kisses,
Something more than soul analysis of Proust,
Something more than words and signs,
Something more than all religions of world- put together,

There's more to it than meets the eye-
there's timeless river of Sense-
in the knowledge of birds,
in the longing of human,
in the swoosh of trees,
in the silent silence of God...
~ Anna Zapalska