You reach the universal by staying at home
The cat purring on your lap ,
a cup of tea or coffee that empties
like the fountain of a sleeping memory .
Beloved shadows smile and pass silently by ...
The old clock ticking away the tale of lives.
For so long resting under a graying marble,
leaving me alone with heartbreak of a soul
yearning for the heights ...
The universal is like a wise book closed
over held-back tears ...
In the evening of life we look back ,
greeting with acceptance the years gone
by like clouds in a hurry ...
And we find the universal child .