I am a fisherman.
I cast my nets, woven of words,
Into the dark depths of a silent world,
Trying to catch the elusive beauty in them,
what is hiding in the shell of its own perfection.
I am a silence catcher.
I am wandering in the desert among the singing sands,
Driven to nowhere by the soul-searing wind,
Thirsty, eager to get drunk
The icy water of silent knowledge.
I am a void catcher.
I was born to see the fluttering fireflies of life
The lights of happiness flash for a moment
And they go out when they touch the cold hand of death,-
an eternal worker who carries on
her shoulders the burdens of the renewal of the world.