The space in between. part I

Reading the secret notes of an old woman
A hidden box behind the closet
A secret path within the forest
At the end of the road
There is a house
A small one

A fragile spot in the middle of nowhere
At the end of the sea
At the end of the breeze
When the god is asleep and the moon half waiting

That can be a moment so rare
where no one can bare with the silence of the ocean
The trembling of the stars show only one way
In the middle of the tallest tree of this sacred garden
One can find truth

As long as one wants to get a feel of what is to be human
Once you try then you forget
If that was the case I wouldn't be here to tell that story
What story?
At least I can write the book
Yes the book you will find
If you want to in the middle of the forest, at the end of the eye, in the mist of the night
This holy moment
Of Awakening.