
The only real power of life is powerlessness.
It is only through it that closeness is woven
from silk threads endless distances within ourselves.
It is one and only which brings birds
from the echoes of the ancient times
back to the skies.

The only real power of life is powerlessness.
It is only through it that closeness is woven
from silk threads endless distances within ourselves.
It is one and only which brings birds
from the echoes of the ancient times
back to the skies.