Just like a bee wraps herself in
the nectar of a flower,
drowns in ecstasy
I fall into the depth where Sound is unhurt and
Silence fills the cavities of shapes yet to come
Just like honey pleases the tongue,
this Stillness gladdens the Heart, deeply
Eyes shut I behold all forms as they gently
dissolve in the firmament of my own Heart…
—Igor Kufayev – Santanyi, Mallorca. Aug 2013