Turmoil

I had sought, amid that recurring tempest,

To dwell in stillness and behold,

With only a piercing gaze,

Silent and still,
As though within a dream.

Clamor and chaos reigned everywhere,

Such a downpour of shouts and uproars,

Until, unwitting and helpless, I sank

Into the relentless torrent of the storm.

Delirious, I spoke, dazzled and dazed,

Spinning scrolls of myriad words,

Rushing into deep darkness, in vain.

Though earnestly I had sought from the start,

With only a piercing gaze,

Silent and still,

To be confidant to myself,

To be attuned to the dream.

Paris
February 18, 2025