An Outdated Diary That I Never Waste Poem by Sari Mavi

I open the window of the room - a cool breeze blows
The stars glittering in the sky the night like an angel's eyes peeking inhabitants of the earth

I sat facing the window
My hands hold a book

I started to open - to read the pages, with all my feelings
Even before I had cleaned out my head - but not for my soul space

Quiet atmosphere that is created, uniting myself in every character in the book
Letting my imagination run wild, up-down, spinning, weaving, twisting awareness, led me into a time tunnel

Suddenly I felt exhausted so deep, at the time I was able to appreciate the stories in the book
My body was shivering - because I've been part of some of the stories there, although only half the time

- All the memories, had actually worn the passage of time, but always live in my soul

I was speechless - this self-condemning ignorance, who always wanted to re-read the old stories of the past, though never able to finish up the last page of the book