These solitary hills have been always dear to me.
Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon
opening inner silences and interminable distances.
I plunge in thought to where my heart, frightened, pulls back.
Like the wind which I hear tossing the trembling plants which surround me,
a voice from the inner depth of spirit shakes the certitudes of thought.
Eternity breaks through time,
past and present intermingle in her image.
In the inner shadows I lose myself,
drowning in the see-depths of timeless love.
I love this poem sooo much.
Have a nice weekend my friends!