SINFUL!!

there is a way in between muteness and my image,
where flows energy of my presence,
it is disclosed in my silence,
and it disappears in my languages...
sinful desires are nomore remorseful,
fo in saintness i have lost the real me,
burn the metal that comes in ur ways,
like a fountain emerge itself from a rock....
to me no land i occupy,no heart i steal,
to me,no word i own,no face i feel,
to me,no sensitivity i adore,
no hardness i seal,
this air that is flowing around from north to south,
sings only one song,
''U are wanderer to me,
a lost gypsy,
grasp this universe in one fist,
and dance and sing with its ecstasy!!''


hiramalik