Who lives in this golden city
Some of their own strangers
Some fog some shadows
Blurry or bright?
Should I stay in this city or be homeless?
In this city, I have nothing to lose myself,
All of God went and then merged into him
I did not build or build anything
No song ever written or sung
Then what was found in this magical city?
God sent the crib…
But my heart wants to fall in this city
Why not swing the cradle of the new cradle?
Flying high?
Wave on rainbow rainbow rays?
Why do you want to move in this city?
Isn't the shining of dreams in the fog the brightest layers?
How to meet God?
I am a great river and God is a vast sea
When will I not meet him?
Go here and go there - why?
If I enter the sea, then I just flow again.
From the sea
Losing his whole being in his waves
Just be like that.