The artist’s happiness means:
Waking his kundalini
A deeper body consciousness
Verifying the moments of unison
Of mind and spirit
Body and soul.
It’s like writing with an ink pen
While riding a shaky bus No.400
To the City of Saints
During a glorious morning
When quality time for thoughts
Sparkles like sunrays on the
Danube’s choppy crests
Driving past Kuchelau with its
Lined-up sightseeing boats
Colourful flags waving in the
Morning’s breeze.
The sun still holds on to its
Waning furnace of summer
Yet its gilded embrace has
Already started losing its
Singing grip.
Trees and leaves appear clean
With sharp chiselled outlines
In the chilly air of September.


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