Across space and time

To you.

You still nameless. beyond my reach.

Somewhere, in the flow of time, in space.

To you, not yet born.

As far as you are, no more than few touches, few generations join us. As two drops, in the stream.

So different, externally – so different, in fact, it seems me I can imagine you.

I can see your face. Can hear your cry, in your first dark. Your very greed for light, and life.

So different, that you too, I’m sure, will one day feel the same as I do now.

Will, you too, make the same errors I did. But in your unique way. You will identically rejoice.

In different languages, we shall formulate the same answerless questions. Why? Why!

We’ll feel the same, identical concerns for the world, the other yous to come, some day. The shapes, and the souls.

Will love, for a moment, for an era.

Will discover. Will pray.

Will die, eventually.

There is a point in the World, in which our paths will cross – maybe in different times.

In this very special place our hands will meet, beyond our consciousness. Will touch, even without us to realize, in our own apparently separate moments.

What, after all, is “energy”?

What life, in the end?