Feel my perfect lighting
Feel. Feel my heart galloping on the hidden paths of your dreams.
Feel. Feel my soul vibrating in the dark depth of your being.
Feel. Feel that deep fear trapped inside your insides like an immense spider’s web.
Feel. Feel that your proud presence hurts my frail entrails; I notice cold white sheets.
Feel. Feel those eyes so avid and beautiful, pearls of jet, how they flee, escape and hide their eyes.
Feel. Feel that my soul is flying towards the celestial and infinite sky like a beautiful white dove.
Feel. Feel my final liberation, my sublime awakening in the light of Moksha, in Nirvana.
Feel. Feel my perfect illumination, my ineffable liberation in Nirvana.
My soul is a direct arrow to the Universe of stars in Nirvana…
Maika Etxarri
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