I have become aware: nature breathes, smells, listens, feels in all its parts; it adds to itself, couples itself, falls to pieces, and finds itself. I see myself evaporate and breathe forth more and more strongly; the oscillations of my astral light become swifter, sharper, simpler.

“The rose among the roses / Doesn’t resemble another rose.”

I got lost and got found again and got lost again and got found again,

You are growing into consciousness, and my wish for you is that you feel no need to constrict yourself to make other people comfortable.

Still, I refuse to regret you. I hope the stars are glowing wherever you are.

my excessive heart / finds everything too small,

I love you with what in me is unfinished.     I love you with what in me is still  Changing,

The same cycle–excitement and despair, excitement and despair.

…I will have to hold that silence. There will be no track anymore. There will be only that peculiar waiting. There will be nothing to pick up. There will be nothing.

I owe you my blackest silence,