Poetry

                          You are a child of the Universe,
                          no less than the trees and the stars;
                          you have a right to be here.
                                       Desiderata
 
Hidden in the shadow of the winter evening
surrounded by the infinite space
I go through the darkness
still to seek You
to talk and listen
 
sailing through the abyss of a night and dream
I search for your face
when I get up in the morning
I feel the touch of your fingertips
in my eyes it glimpses the beauty and ugliness of this world
in yours - I can see the reflection of all the stars and planets
 
with every day I travel further away
from the world of illusion and failure
entering deeper into the Kingdom's space
I try to weigh every thought and word
 
I listen daily to the silence bearing the music
and I look into the light dispersing the darkness
of the primordial chaos
 
every morning washed in the dawn's dew
I am born again,
watching out for Your face -
I am a child of the Universe
 
                                  II 2005