Invisible to the eye, the essential,
the naked, what we always are
and without knowing it, we cover.
The essential is the most naive,
the fragrances, the crystalline,
the pristine, the special.
What we always forget,
but we kept as children.
The essential is what remains,
despite our masks,
concealments, wounds, dresses.
It neither begins nor ends,
it has no path,
it neither dies nor is born.
The primordial becomes primordial
when we forget ourselves.
