Peace
is not sweet
(though it’s warmth and comfort is indescribable)
and it has neither colour
(though some say it is light)
nor it has an odour
(though I’d not trade it for the scent of any woman’s bosom)
motionless, timeless
it is a giant potentiality
but without the need
to manifest itself
(one could do anything but does not even make the choice)
it is less than a dot
but infinitely more
than nothing
it is the eye
unreflected
in the mirror of the I
Thought provoking & beautiful. Thank you Hubert.
I must thank on my part for the inspiration, the one I did not manage to translate that well. But I am glad some of it apparently still got through.