It is hard to let go of emotions,
hard to forget what desire is,
hard to clear the mind of chaos
and to look deep within oneself.
There, one can find the primal light —
a brightness that shines upon
the tree of knowledge, of good and evil,
and whispers softly:
only love matters in life.
No one will remember the brand of a car,
nor the colour of the walls,
nor the tags sewn into clothes.
The scent of fine perfume will fade.
Everything will turn to dust, to ash, to nothing.
Yet someone will remember, years later,
a smile,
words spoken in comfort,
a few coins given,
a handshake, a kiss.
The small, the fleeting, the essential,
the free, the most precious,
return in memory,
lifting the soul toward eternity.