Changes
After the drought, the rain has fallen,
Causing mental phenomena to happen.
My inner landscape was flooded,
My whole being overcoded.
Those rivers of watery feelings
Trod upon the abyss of my being,
Reshaping my ideas, my vision
Of the world, and guiding my decision.
After the flood, the sun has risen,
The light has freed me from a prison
Of memories, of pain and suffering,
Of past paths bothering my thinking.
I greet you warmly, rivers of light,
For you create new lines of sight:
I sense a future with you at my side
Holding my hand as a beautiful bride.
