What closed eyes can see is marvellous indeed.
your breath
you seek
you witness
how you retreat
the most inner chamber of your self
hosts you in dormant
for me: unearthing a seed
growing into an ancient tree
roots higher than my head can reach
shaped in snake and liquid appeal
resembling the nature of the voice
echoing in that chamber i called
mesmerised by the scenery portrayed
in between awake and falling asleep
fisoaï monk 