In my sleep
Every night
I am falling
Into the ‘All’
The Beauty without measure
The One
The peaceful Love
The Togetherness
The Holy Gap
A Shelter beyond an Angel’ s wing
Although,
In the morning
I see
A tree a house
A cloud and there is
I
I do not remember
Myself anymore, then,
Have forgotten the ‘All’,
But when I look with every glimpse of my heart
Maybe
There might be
An angel’s wing
To cover my still tired body
When I go to work each day.