Each word reveals a secret

interprets the language of the soul
Each word stored in a different place
inside my brain. Each word a picture
and each picture a thousand words.
How can I express what the silence
within me tells me when each word
takes me to a new place with a different
landscape?

Inside the landscape of the landscapes

I look around me, outside me and I see those that speak but don’t really say what the silence within tells them. I can also see those that live in silence. This is the language that I will learn. This is the language that I will speak!

What if, what if . . . I can send postcards from the
places that I have been . . .  when the receiver is
unknown and my postcards returned to sender?

Humanity . . .
the mirror of the mirrors
scattered pieces in the universe
slivers of broken glasses

Reflect yourself on a sliver
Look through this memory
of a broken mirror
and when you will be thrown back

tell me what it told you, about you
about us . . .