Chance for the truth is in your heart

Can I rewrite a story?
And add something huge and bold?
Can I sleep without glory?
And leave life simply to mould…

Will it be irresponsible?
What will happen at once?
Does something will change immiscible,
Will there be any chance?

Chance for true living in whimsy,
Chance for not being a man,
Chance for retrieving a spirit,
From bottom full of demands.

Will there be what is needed,
For the life itself as it is,
Will it appear immediate?
Will it stay always in peace?

What for is each of this question,
Whom you want to indulge,
Who is speaking with this immersion,
Into care and thirst for revanche.
 
What stands behind and what is inside,
What is around and what’s always in ride,
What do appear once you are avoided,
What accompany you with no sound of loyalty?

You never know it, never have seen,
You never touched it, and even near it you haven’t been,
Because it comprises total reality,
Total chaos and sequence, all kinds of charity.

The only possible view is to have no point,
Just be it when vanished, becoming the joint,
The wholeness in whole, the truth in whole being,
The whole picture’s host and the pattern on linen.