Lost between despair and delight

Your heart is suspended, entangled in the threads of destiny. You are a complete, colorful intoxication but every intoxication is bound by helplessness. In the vast sky, when you show the drops of your colors You play with the wind and the earth’s sweet soil. When the soil of existence is stirred, I become lost in a state of madness For you are the throne of Adam’s fate, a portrait, A vibrant intoxication tied to the threads of destiny. At times, like your fragrance, I too drift in the air, abandoning my earthly existence, I plead for a prayer, for a wish. Destiny calls out: Come, I need the weight of your head. Oh son of Adam, your connection is forever with the soil.