You are my body language,My spirit, an echo in mountain rangesMy Mysterious Manuscript, scriptMy DNA, I pray And every cell's vibrant My inner ray...My legacy, my bond, My ink flowing through the veins of Time...My word, and my key, the source of my RhymeI write, and I dive,and I sink in the thoughts of my ancestors,to speak to you in their voices, There is rhythm and stanza in my heart...My poem, my prayer, my art...Invisible wax pattern on the canvases of lifeappearing in the soft light of a candle...Tabula Rasa, a chaotic battle/ the most harmonious in the world temple, a temple...I am everything and I am nothingI am my child, I am my childrenI am an eco echo of my ancestors,The echo, and in its vibrationsThey're various reverberationsOf an infinite spirit Of the powerOf ((O)) o'unconditionalOf love...