My tears, since I've known pain, must have fallen on your shoulders. In the heart of eternal loneliness, in the midst of fear, in the labyrinth of finding "the way", I've come to know that there is no answer and this has to be a beautiful mystery. Everything changes, everything has changed, everything will change. I've felt you in different seasons of my life: the happy beginning of spring, the majestic color and shapes of what I could see and what I couldn't but imagined. The giving summer, the poetic autumn and the quiet winter. How could I ever trap you in an image or a notion? You, the mystery in the vein of life the vein of being. How could I assume any shape for you when my limitless spirit runs wild and has none?
Hydeh Aubon (3/27/09)
