Silence , my beautiful companion
the wind gets colder day by day
it growls through my bones
but i have kindled a fire so we could celebrates its warmth.
so let us squat togather
while you become my mirror, and me yours.

Salutations dear Silence, i have always loved you.
come, sit with me in the house of my being.

You and me have woven mornings togather from our nothingness
and
made handkerchieves to wipe the sweat of pain
we have carried our thoughts like mountains
and abandonned it along with our minds
in the orphanages of our intellect.

we have stepped into the boats of our soul
to glide upon the waters of freedom.
Philosophy and poetry are oars
we don't need anymore
to go where our boats shall take.

Now we can rinse our faces in the fount of our solitude
watching
every sadness ,
every joy,
pass by like strangers we never met,
never spoke.
for from where they come is where we wont go
and where they go we don't care.

we shall just sit here
enjoying the freedom
dancing in these fleeting warmth of these flames.
watch, how beautifully the fire flickers in the firepits of our being.