Rosa -

I thought that I was

On the beginning of a journey

I thought that I understood

The rose in bloom

Because a Rose is a Rose

And when I had the secret within the reach

Something inside me became quiet

I was struck dumb

«Nothing does not exist»

Sounded in the space

The words were of purple color

And I recollected

That the world was made of fire

There is no need for words

Even though we have read the signs

Even though we deciphered the alphabet

Even though we have revealed the omen

There is no choice but to be silent

«The order that your mind imagines

Is like a net, or like a ladder

Built to attain something

But afterwards you must

Throw the ladder away

Because you discover that

Even if it was useful

It was meaningless…

The only things that are useful

Are instruments to be thrown»