Sleeping heart

My heart is asleep

and my mind is hazy

I’ve been journeying in a forest

but now the landscape around me is barren

and I don’t know in which direction to go

without trees and megalithic rocks

to guide me


Before walking the wrong way

I prefer to kneel

and write my prayer on a leaf


Once it will have the right poetry

I’ll let it free hanging midway in the air

exposed to the four winds


I’ll follow the direction it takes

toward the center of the universe

toward the center of myself