He sits, alone
While the morning beside him whispers
And the flowering orchards dance
To the melody of the minaret

For the light’s rays had pierced through
And the fluttering at the heart of his breast
Sparkles in two pearls,
Like the wolf giving away nothing

Images still
Like the butterfly, the millipede
The earth, his earth, his blood
His resolve

Would you shed your illusions?
To enter through the mesh into the stillness
Would you accept nothing and embrace it all?
To spill blood and drink of its glory