I Was Ignorant

Without knowing it I turned with the earth in the vastest space without knowing it I turned around the sun. Without knowing it, every night every day every hour, many times many times you turned within me you scoured the rust of my heart: you made a mirror, from the cage of my breast, before your rose garden: as if the true paradise, with the murmur of the sweet water of life, were only, only in your smile. This secret the shining white roots of my hair told me a moment ago, without a sound: without my knowing or your knowing, you in me have turned without pause — with the white flag of peace — and kept me alive in the darkness...