Ariba-05

She is the light that travels within, reaching in the pits inhabited since forever by darkness in the garden of soul. She ploughs its soil and showers the seeds of hope and kindness, watering them then, in just the right amounts. As nothing is faster than the light, she travels astronomical distances within this garden, reaching where nobody ever has, observing everything. The flowers of this garden adore her, as she adores them. She saves their reflections, to later plant them in her own oasis. The nightingales sing upon her arrival, as if they were quietly waiting since years for her to hear their melancholy and merriness alike. She feels like they are the same birds that fly and cry across her own garden, and asks them whether it is so. "Yes, dear onliest" chirp the birds in their response. The nocturnal owls finally can fall asleep now that she is here. She knows it has been a long night. Then she drinks, from the brook of truth that flows through this space, and the brook