Sometimes

Fading away

Like some golden dust

Scattered

By a wind

Of despair

Fragile

Like the shadow and the light

Of a flickering candle

As robust as

The Mountain's rocks

A mystery

A precious treasure

Hidden deep

In the secret sand

A sacred mirage

A blurred image

Lost there

So powerful

In its magnificence

Unattainability

Wrapped up

Around my breast

Sticked to the elementary particles

Of the breath

Right from the burning

Finger tips

Into the wide

Ocean of dreams 

And hopelessness

Belonging to the familiar

Recognition

The incomparable sparkling music

Spreading joy

Upon the green wide, soft

And misty space

Warmth

Bursting out

Into a thousand

Perfect touches

Of beautifully

Blossoming dearth

The eternal return

Constantly moving

From persistent emptiness

Into holy Wholeness