I got lost.
I went searching for myself.
I closed my eyes, the darkness was falling down… to where did I come?
I´m standing in front of a temple.
The old man is looking at me from the stairs.
He is wearing a light cassock, his beard is reaching to his breast.
I am climbing the stairs and heading to greet him.
He disappears in the bowels of the temple which swallows me as well.
I feel cold.
And where I will go now?
I don´t have time for reasoning.
The stairs are leading up and the other ones are fading in the deepness.
The gentle light doesn’t discover where they should end.
The stairs are beating like my heart.
The impact of foot… “bang’!.
I feel like inside of a soul of somebody else.
I´m going to the door with a golden handle.
I´m opening it.
The wooden altar is covered by white tablecloth
with flowers in vase and a shining candle.
May I sit down?
Who will come to introduce me to myself?
Just the deep silence.
Maybe somebody is upstairs.
Maybe I entered the wrong door.
Maybe… I´m looking right into myself.
So that is me?
How difficult and easy at the same time.
I asked a question.
It´s flying around me for a while.
And then it sits down next to me and gives me an answer.
I am trying again.
So that is how it works.
I´m walking back somewhat easier and with a smile on my face.
I feel I´m flying.
And there down I see a woman.
She reminds me of somebody.
She is looking up at me and waving.
I don’t feel lost anymore.
Down there it is myself.
Meeting With Myself
I got lost.