When night takes into its control every city, town and village.
When the mist of pain and sorrow covers all the pathways.
When darkness becomes so deep that you can’t even see the face of your own palm.
When your tears, instead of relieving your pain by flowing through your eyes, pour into your soul and poison each and every shred of it.
When you start thinking this night never ends…
and when even the twinkling light of the morning star disappears somewhere deep inside the murky waters of the oceans of tears…
Tell me what’s it that keeps one alive at that moment?
(From The Sacred Seduction – A Riddle)