summer serenade

Everything is the same and yet all is new
the street, the traffic noise, the windows view
the day unfolds and we unfold with it
just actions, events, in this witnessing

there is nothing special in this simple seeing
that all JUST IS, and nobody is living
these empty forms, these hollow puppets
just strokes created by Love's brushes

so fool the man that still believes that
wisdom will come one day to him
it is not a business that you can achieve
there is no a guru that will bring you to IT

as Truth just is, so plain, so clear
like a summer day, in a slow and sweet gear
in which nothing happens apparently
but all is revealed to be a God's jolly wink.