Burn my mind, o my breath; Empty all the forgotten channels of my mind: they will be filled up with new life. Burn my mind, o my breath; The void you left behind is guiding me into the darkest and most feared places of my mind, where all my certainties disintegrate and my imagination is of no help. Burn my mind, o my breath; Your regenerating blows have the power to move the dead loads of this now living channel of my mind; your new air is bringing my past times and future hopes as gifts for a present moment so hungry for life. Burn my mind, o my breath; The vital and deadly dance of your blows, are reviving and extinguishing this great fire that has no light; at your pace my emotions fade away and arise, and as soon as a thought is born it starts to die; along your blows of death – as words – these thoughts find another life. Burn my mind, o my breath; This complete darkness of my mind – so discredited by my rationality - only shows me the pale reflections of the colours of the world, while at each your regenerating blow myself die and again is born. Burn my mind, o my breath. Here, among the black flames of my mind, at each moment, a new search for light restarts: passing through my eyes and animating my body, it never will stop. Until I point it to home. Linda Ori.