You ask, what I feel?
I will answer, that the gusty wind,
With water and stones breaking,
As the luminous ball of fire,
Then burning, it souls
Warming warm rays,
And tiny, and ubiquitous,
Empty at the same time and filled,
And body, and ethereal essence
Of light woven by threads,
In motion continuous being,
Alone i, like the ocean under the waves..
No more questions,
There are no answers either.,
Life is a footnote
Under the text of years..