Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self.

“And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whol…”

“بالهاي شكسته”

“أنا ليل مسترسل منبسط هادىء مضطرب وليس لظلمتي بدء وليس لأعماقي نهاية، فإذا ما ان…”

“Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing t…”