when I am in the midst of a cloud

I wonder if this are merely my own thoughts surrounding me

suns and planets like a coast full of sand

living pearls of love all around

and then I inhale this energy of beauty with a silent moment

and take all the hope inside my mind

that is growing down there

in a milk of tiny worlds

"the old game of progress is now played again"

I say to myself and bless this world

with an exhalation that turns into time