As turned in amazement, life rolled past me. As a set on a theatre stage, turns to night and then to day. There were sunrises in the eyelids, then sunsets---in the pupils without sleep, and the days of variegated grey flew away, like sparrows under my window outside. What did my eyes not see? Rays, sky, dreams and children's laughter, betrayals and many sorrows were known, and rains fell, rainbows shone in them. My ears didn't hear anything--- and verse, and song, and words of love, insults...rude, ridicule for bloating--- a torrent of sounds weighed on me. My hands didn't hold anything--- ring, child in lap, tender palms... they caressed and they were caressed, but there were still traces of wounds on them. Where did my feet go? Where I went, others were born, in countless directions they resounded on the pavement, my footsteps---hurried and quiet. My soul, both sinful and good, distributed, collected in parts... love, hope, faith...and I understood where my only happiness is: in my house quiet, in the eyes of children, in the hand of a loved one next to me, in a beautiful song for a good friend, hoping for tomorrow, in the Hope that does not die, in that Love with pierced hands, paved the way for us to the universe, and for the Creator to the loving heart ... Oh my God, I've been through a lot, and how much I have left, you know, but please, in the wilderness of life, let the good blossom in my soul... The days fly by incessantly, the hair turns silver, but there--- in the deep place, my hidden wisdom has built its temple.
