Simplification

Old love
And new love
Same love

Weeding

When one takes out
Weeds of older loves
New love blossoms

In-sanity

I left home to find myself;
To try my steps in foreign lands,
To see the known in thousand places,
To feel the sky in heights and width,
To breath new moments of attainment,
To hear the sounds of the unknown,
To touch the hearts and to be touched,
To mix together old and new.

I lost myself between people -
Workers, preachers, the quire,
Images of me, mirrors of you,
They ramble looking for something,
Caught themselves into games;
Lost are themselves as I walk by,
But proud by the grains they know -
Losing themselves in the findings.

Beauty, darkness, feelings,
Blended in souls like me and you;
Richness, new and archaic,
Designs of wonder forgotten in mire,
Mire transformed beyond art,
They sketch a world of desires,
Subdue and stir the daily thirst,
Enlighten thus the spirit.

I returned home to find myself;
The way I am, I was, before,
Older and not much wiser,
Wiser but not much older,
Stilled myself into fire,
Softened myself into wind,
Drained myself by the waters,
Filled myself by the light.

Walking back on my footsteps -
Beautiful old places,
Glad to be discovered anew;
It's wonder to see old new faces,
Smiling before me, some faded in blue,
They seem to know my quest's sin -
I lost myself to find myself anew...

Nothing New

Nothing new and nothing old
That is all that have been told;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Searching for the soul of dew,

Look around, around the world
How uncovered is the fold;
Look inside, inside the soul -
Maybe we could stop the fall.

Nothing new and nothing old,
There is nothing to be sold;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Those who find the truth are few.

Beauty

I've seen the beauty thus may speak
In my humble way of seek,
I've seen the beauty under sky -
For this I could kill, I die...

I've kissed its toes in esteem way,
The whole world mist in a word could stay;
I've touched her face, I felt her heart
From the end and from the start.

I've breathed its air and I still do,
I steal its moments, I return them too;
I felt inside, I touch outside
While white horses I can ride.

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A riddle comes from no where’s land,
From last words that have been send -
It's nothing old, is nothing new,
The only fact is: I love you!