It’s been a remarkable language that I have been privileged to learn;
Evergreen and herbivorous medicine of yearning.
A melodious song in the clashing music of the universe,
A lively setting that unbinds the pelican wings,
And shoves toward the undiscovered sky
To live without regret and flaw.
The language without words, but a name of four letters.
A name that makes the believer believe in the impossible and encourages to do the things that one never finds the gut to do.
It’s always been there, and I anticipate its omnipotence.
The language of life, the language of love.