Blesse Poem by ion untaru

Every thing that hit me
born a war
rivers of mysteries
flows into a sea of questions

When you think you get the truth,
it allways slip
through your fingers

Day draws its force from night
life and death always woven

Birds cut the air after their laws
power of a beautiful dream
can stop the strongest storm

Night time I get off the shell
and talk with the ancestors

blesse these principles
you do not know

(translated from romanian)