I know almost nothing.

Almost nothing is not nothing at all,

but only a thimble filled with something.

Only a thimble, maybe less than that.

In former times I was hungry to know.

I have come to love forgetting...

I melt like a snowman in the sun.

My mental digestion is fed by onesided nutrition.

No extravagant stuff, no junk food neither.

Only simple and without any hurry.

I have come to love letting go.

When I eat I eat.

When I read I read.

When I sleep I sleep.

And when I think I think.

I have come to love what happens now.

Emptyness is closer to me than being stuffed with something.

That something that can`t melt is a silly force:

When you eat you walk.

When you sleep you think.

I have come to love leaving my watch at home.

I am a child of mother Earth.

In me there is the universe unfolding.

God has chosen me to find himself in me.

And you are the ones to let me find in God.

I have come loving God in a small scale as big as a thimble...