Unforeseen Realms of Life

We are here in the silence of the house behind tightly drawn curtains and the locked door: together surrendered to each other. – a petal surrendered to color or a color surrendered to the flower in the silence of the rock after the mud and mire. The pregnant cat surrendered to her cravings clawing, comes down the wall and licks the nectar of the flowers. The rings of life one after another grow from each other and unforeseen realms come forth. We are here: behind the locked door – unforeseen – in the gathering of our many cells in the gathering of the warmth of our rapid breaths and surrounded by a throng of waves of pleasure; like the invisible crowd of the city behind the windows of houses, lying in wait for joy at the tyrant's fall in Freedom Square after the mud and mire. It is we in the silence of the house surrendered to each other the flower surrendered to color the color surrendered to the flower love, surrendered to love: behind the windows of the house...