The time-light – the most beautiful poetry of the Universe.

Grab the little finger of my right hand and grip all my fingers, all my body in one sole and eternal kiss.

Every being is the universe shed from itself, like a continuous sunrise.

My body is sky and in my soul flocks of angels are flying, wings of joys, spring burdens.

Spring – we feel it equally all the souls, and blossom – soul flower gardens, we become the earth, the skies.

Poetry: souls. In their whisper, the burning of infinity...