Lumase

Me: hold me, I’m scared…
Tree spirit: please don’t, my pain is enough.
Me: why, Love, why? I don’t understand.
Tree spirit: we became one that november day. You fell asleep under m…

Nature is my cathedral. There
I can clearly see
the collective idea of God
men have. There I can
pray without being judged or pointed;
there I can cry like a child
or scream for joy, f…

I am a boulder, yet I travel all the time.
I’ve been here and there, mostly there.
My steps are quiet just as white trees in the mist,
but my eternity has the pace of a lover’s heart.

Bea…

My last night travel,
dreamless and sweetly lit,
took the heart above,
to mountains I’ve known.

I felt a movement to a new place,
the path so clear,
the terrain soft.
And now, in the …

No matter how, no matter what: together
we will face and win
every event. Like storm birds
caught in flight by monster-clouds
we’ll always know how to keep our four
wings wide
and str…

Our sky is the same. Unchanged. Unchanging.
Our wings are the same. Untamed. Untamable.
Our heartbeat sounds the same. Only unheard, unhearable.
We’re circling. Same aerial place, but differ…

I’m a lone tree standing
right beside the unconsistency
of a slope unfirm like love.
I am born at high altitudes,
under fast clouds I grow
slow. I have green dancing ears.
Every time I fe…

There’s more than one thing to know
before to love me. ‘Cause I’m not
only light and sparkles, I’m not
an earthquakeless land, I am not
too much as a living poem.
I can deceit, I can lead …

Apart from appearances I am not
a strong man. Upon a ton
of motivations this one could be
probably the most fitting
to explain my love for all those giant
dead trees I’ve met and embrace…

I am neither the one nor the two.
You are either the three, or a single you.
Rather not say four if five
runs beside and need to hide.
Leave behind six
if you’re planning no hell,
seven …

There’s a place out
of time out
of space. Its lights are black,
its blacks are gilded.
Wine gushes from its fountains,
grains of sand are mountains.

Concept of gravity is useless,
till…

Have you ever heard the exhaling
dying whisper of september corn?
It’s like a gold symphony, a long
love song for life, sang
in a language I don’t speak,
a flow of energy
from visible t…

Like a mathematician of colours
in his laboratory of wavelenghts,
subtraction after subtraction
I’ve reached a perfect formula
to render an electromagnetic final
description of you:

gre…

Signs are everywhere: in the bird songs we hear,
in the drawing of clouds;
in the lightness we discover even to tear
down the highest wall, inspite of all the crowds.
And strange things str…

Only now and now only
I really know. Only now and now only.
Only now and now only
I completely see. Only now and now only.
Clearer than a blue summer sky.
Stronger than the most powerful …

Diamond silence in the dancing wood.
Right place for fairies, here where I stood.
"Whispering mountain" – so my prayer began –
"please, please show me some bit of future. How

will it be?…

Today I’ve found an oracle in a sleazy
crown of petals. It’s been far from easy
to hear such a subtle voice, lost
and cryptic in the vast and green space
of a late-spring lawn, yet I’m here…

"Storm Birds":http://www.lulu.com/content/5782495, poem five.

Let me fly onto
this landing platform
called you, let me
get closer
in closing
approaching circles,
with dragonfly grace.
Wave your pennants,
show me the H
mark on your heart
to…

Let me sleep onto your wooden wavy body