i listen, <br />to this sound <br />tonight i <br />see my <br />body, <br />i start from here, this syllable <br />there is beyond this body, this face, <br />there is this shape of my soul, its scent exuding, my aura <br />beyond this is the light that my soul is wanting to reach, the sun, the Sun. <br />there is a word <br />it is first. <br />there is no change possible, it does not move, it is printed, it stays forever, here.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-in-fibonacci-sequence/
