Contemplation In Autumn Poem by Ayni Poet

I fall asleep for just a second,
I lay on a field of scented pink tulips,
Saturn gives me his rings,
I take them with my weightless fingertips,
The owl stands by me and sings
As wind moves beneath my wings.

The fresh, blue sky of the morning
I see when I am awake,
A walnut tree greets in silence
This moment of pure vision,
Its leaves had fallen on my ground
Its autumn and I'm singing.

Yang raises and expands
Yin runs and hides its touch,
In the shadow, in the light
They reach out their hands
Towards the conscious matter of the world.

I imagine a Venetian mask with purple feathers
And golden tiny stones
Lost in the traces of bugs in the desert,
And the divine sound of Love.