TE16 Turkish Delight

Ten Poems

I turn to you spinning ecstaticly on my own axis The cats turn to you

The mountain into itself, Spins itself to the ground And re-emerges, circling

In the endless gaze of the cats the mouse dies The secret language of roses paints pain white A white dove lands onto the mountain’s heart Then thousands of white doves, Then millions, billions… All remain for years there asleep Unceasing peace seems to have descended on earth As if a mountain was reborn there The mountain understood the meaning of its existence A mountain means knowing of the mountains Without you a mountain isn’t even a mountain The evil gnawing at its heart came to an end The mountain awakened to a new day From the billions of doves taking flight from its insides Remained snow-white feathers endlessly caressing the heart…

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