Moments
when to contemplate the flux of Being
in bits of infinity
through the harmony of the light alive in colors only
when to become
a dreamlike and spiritual image
and carelessly being taken away
to shake the soul to the point of melting the Vital Breath
the point of grazing the dark hollow of the unknown…
when to lift up in the most silent and celestial blue
where the Being becomes appeased
“in the contemplation of the world in state of grace”
where each of the smallest things seems
“part of an ecstasy, part of a symbol and revelation”.

indija