The substance is flowing through the time
and through everything
Through the stars that are swimming
in the galaxies
It flows through the life and death
And in the peaches’ flowers, red

It flows in spirits and in thought
To the unfounded wolds
It slowly flows to the undead
And flows in absolute space

It flows in moments without places
And in the unseen places
It flows in the next time
And in the past period

The spring is flowing in the trees
And in the lights of loves
It flows in the space between the atoms
And in the forbidden dreams

It flows my missed thought
On the unknown ways
To the source of the world
And to the unknown times

Mihail Buricea