Home of the Shape

We will go far away To nowhere To conquer To fertilize Until we become tired Then we will stop And there will be our home   Anti-Shape

The shape looks for its opposite But the opposite hides

The shape feels it But doesn’t see it

The opposite is its mother That’s why she hides her face   Almighty Shape

One hand I extend into myself The other toward others

Both are the extended Hands of the Almighty Shape

My secret is simple All secrets are simple   The Shape and a Smile

I recreate myself That is my only power

In search of a smile— A smile is light

I enjoy it when the world smiles The more smiles, the warmer I am

I smile Because others are cold too   The Shape and Warmth

Insufficient to himself only By himself he warms others up

Searching for a smile He avoids the spent shapes   The Shape’s Speech

Until the end of his journey Movement will be his story

One of the stories is the light Passing from story to story

He stops only When he gets tired of them all   Father and Son

You ask how it is possible To be your own father and son

You should seek answers Although it is better to anticipate some To be the light and dream   The Cloud and the Shape

The cloud is the first shape He expands and compresses at the same time

He retorts his desire into the multitude Smiling as he swallows himself up   HAPPINESS OF ATOMS   The Shape and Society

You are so alone

Large shapes endure in the distance The crowd destroys them

And this that you call solitude Is in fact a big crowd   The Big and the Small Shape

From the same place we come But you don’t remember that

Still, you carry a part of my grandeur; Without you, I am nothing   Happiness of Atoms

I am a shining shape A big Atom and the small Sun

I love movement Uncatchable

Sometimes you see me But don’t recognize from the inside

I’m neither enigmatic Nor discontented

You would say that I am happy   Shape’s Weakness

You are made from me I’m saddened by your sadness

Powerless to do anything Through your weakness, weaker I become   The Life of the Shape

In some shapes I am alive In some—dead

I am the shape who creates shapes Creating means living   Glow

Sullen You don’t rejoice in my glow

If you would just understand my glow You would start glowing too   Deafness

I like to talk To your deafness

I ask the silence: why? My clarity is obscure

I remind you, spoil you In deafness

I admonish you, punish you With this weak voice of mine   Imitation

You anticipate my unmistakable laws But overlook them

Instead of imitating me You simply loiter   Citizens of the City of Light

I am the shore and the ocean Awaiting myself on both sides

I travel Always arriving in the same place

Imaginative I always find the best way

Happy while traveling I watch the light

Multitudes of homes-citizens Inhabit the city through which I swim   Return from the Dream

What kind of a dream was it And what kind of return?

The dream was not ugly That’s why I stay mute

Words won’t describe what I saw Only through silence can I express it

If I would really start talking You would become silent   Mathematics

My mathematics is simple One plus one = one

Your problem is in that You like to add

With me: one minus one = one With you: it’s zero

Here lies the only difference   I and I

I don’t know if you are me Or I am neither I nor you

I lose faith in mathematics Logical and rigid

What with those That even zero doesn’t accept

Mathematics doesn’t care About those beyond the numbers   Motion

Through everything I have passed But nowhere I have been

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep But at the same place I stay

Wherever I go I run into myself