Far behind the shore
there is a place
where words get lost.
They can be seen floating
before they’re gone;
the wind that moved the light
gave them their shadowed lines.
Transparent bodies
so silent with themselves.
What is spirit? What is a soul?
There is a bigger story out there
and as if he felt the call
a whale in search for food and more
came out of deepest depth
and swallowed meanings
to carry them on.
Illustration by Galya Popova





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