Ellen Sara Gonzaga

I feel 

Then it’s real;

You hear 

Even if isn’t here;

We taste 

But then we have to take;

They look

Trying to understand what they could;

We are made of one 

Becoming into death the same we began;

Identifying things but not always thinking about naming

Creating without notice the creative force acting; 

Energy; The source.

Vibrating the knowledge to compose Earth.