how many shadows cast the fragrance
of the morning in thy hands

how deep gets the light through thy waters

how wide is the space that cover the flowers of thy heart

how wide expands thy void sound

how much light streams from thy gown

how clear is the water of thy heart

is in the look of thy eyes discernment
without geometry and form

is the call of thy wind free of clouds

how much light can you create with thy hands

how warm is the fragrance of thy lips

how tender and fertile is thy earth

how hot is the fire of thy heart

how much light embraces thy body

how much light embraces thy mind

how much light embraces thy soul

what name has the space you passed the threshold to

what name has the space you will pass the threshold to

how pure is the light in thy eyes

how many flours can you hold with one breath

how much warmth bears thy being