Going back foot
he looked inside himself
and felt a breeze
on empty stomach.
Mother-of-pearl,
he was a sand grain
in the eye of a storm.
He wanted to shut off
all beliefs
to further
the search of truth,
be happened,
and walked alone
on the sand dunes
to meet the sun,
and smell the salt of tears,
aloft in sky.
In the stillness of a shadow
he forgives the past
and prepares himself
for the negation
to create a pause.
