There is an invisible master who keeps me by the hand
A God who protects me and makes me go to a faraway land.

I see a star from the morning,
and a moon or is it just a half
that lights my path.

Now a gentle breeze
then a satisfying breath
even the light inside of me I often give as a gift.

For love is like a bridge that helps to be present.
Sebastiano Scipione