InSense
Strickes it all at once
like a hurricane,
a part of nature's dance
takes it all away.
I am
perfectly fine.
I have
I have
touched the divine.
I've been there, dear
it is not pretty,
but don't cry for me
I need no pity.
I had
a lesson to learn,
and soon
I promise a return.
Death is really nothing
but a mirror.
An illusion, a bluffing
to see clearer.
You be
afraid of the one
that has
never ever won.
There's more than one
ways of dying.
And ten times more
ways of flying.
Sofia, Bulgaria, 2015.
