Aha yeah. Uh no no no. Hmmm, phew. A lightning bolt hits truth in deep meditation. Suddenly, on the dance floor, I know. A forest creature whispers in tongues. Clarity woven into haunting dreams. Where knowing beyond words dance with the rhythm of breath, I enter the heart’s labyrinth. Paradoxes…

Sounds swirls around us, tongues of silence speaks of love, breathing, heavy, calm, teardrops falling in tin-bowls, silent sobbing, sand sliding through fingers and hands, firewood cracks open, red and green stars, the dust is descending inside these walls, condensed thoughts, lumps in throats, eyelashes clashing, hanging birch-wood-branches, spirits memories…