“Nobody knows that in your blood
Dance the waves of the ocean
And murmur the sighs of forests.
Today I remember
How I have noiselessly floated down the stream of Time,
Slipping from life to life,
Changing from form to form.
In the night, in the morning,
All I received, I gave away
In ever new gifts,
In ever new songs”
Rabindranath Tagore. 1955. A Flight of Swans.
Endlessness through the sky
I wanna get lost in.
The dark pines dancing to the wind,
melancholic sunset.
The stars companion to this blue soul are.
I long, long for…
I do not know what.
Sweet longing in my chest
though wet in my eyes.
The most precious moment of the day maybe.
Don’t mind this sadness
worthy is
this feeling of deepness in inside.
This sweet ache, this mellow joy.
Drenched eyes.
Peaceful pines.
Photo and text by me.
The Gay Mystic 