I sit on the couch
of desire paing
no attention
To the ideas that pollute
The minds of those who
See the world as a fertile
Meadow for hatred
for thorn boxthorn
And colocynth then
I move toward the
birds and trees charm
A cross a green
Meadow burnishing
The mirrors of my
Memory expelling
The foxes and jackals
Then I enter the
Crystalline sanctuary
Of my soul like a monk
Reciting his prayers
With purity certainty
And peace .
