Inner Travel

 Beginning to dream,
with the words of dream and sensibility you call the Queen.
In the depths of the subterranean palace,
the queen awakens from the wild jungle of her dreams.
With a simple move of her head, she set in order her nice hairs.
She dresses her nicer gown,
put upon her hairs the crown of silver and emerald.
She ascends the stairs.
The king listens to the queen's steps, approximating.
The queen enters into the beautiful salon,
the king stands up to receive her.
They look to one another.
The encounter of the looks, the vertigo of the looks.
Smiling, they hug one another,
the cosmic hug, the mysterious music of the hug.
A song is flowing in their whole body.
From the depths of the earth,
the music of the depths ascends.
From the heights the light of the stars goes down.
So it is, the sun of midnight, for their plenitude,
the natural plenitude, the plenitude of The Full Reality.
Feeling the sun and the moon into you.
Feeling the encounter which is plenitude.