Some days there seems to be an alignment of stars within. The universe, planets, meteors, all are within. Breathing becomes a peaceful restlessness; beneath my cheeks, around its bones, a sensation resembles an ever so minimal flowing of drops of lemon; teeth as if about to grind; sometimes tears flow.
For years I summed it up in two German words
With “am restless” I recognize the moments in which all angelic powers — known and unknown, all gods — worshiped and not worshiped, stars, planets and galaxies, all seem to occupy my being, as if trying to remind me that wisdom is within us.