Rising up from silence. Im open up the window to
the inside. Floating away trough the gates of death.
And the former the say are everywhere on the places.

I´m walking up to a mountain. I drop a flower in the sky.
In the clear evening. In the blue heaven light.

The life in space.
The art of life.
The life inside.
Beyond the broken line.

It sinking irising in my mind. The mental force
its coming trough. Inside, outside, over and above.
Blow out the mind romancing the stone.