The Lady with silvery hair
manages to free her own wings to the wind.
She has long since left her fears behind
because the mirror was able to look.
She has long since given up material dreams
because they don’t grow wings.
She has long since abandoned the desire for the Beloved
since being already found inside.
Now with silvery hair
she can soar on the wings of the wind.
She dares being without appearing
because the essence is not to be seen
but you feel it flowing.
She knows how to fall without a sound,
she knows how to fly without being noticed.
The essence fills the whole of space
because it is the only substance that makes you sated.
Gurà Samir Levirò (Zelia)
