Immanencia

                                       Bokrosodnak

                                       a pillanat

                                       apró

                                       rügyei-

                                       megválaszolatalan

                                       kérdések

                                       a könyvben:

                                       üres

                                       lapokra

                                       vetítve

                                       éveim

                                       törött

                                       tükörképei...

                                       Séta

                                       Pereltem

                                       néma

                                       hóhullással,

                                       véremben

                                       avas csend

                                       dalolt.

                                       Koldusra várt

                                       az utcasarkon

                                       a macskakő-

                                       már zárt a bolt...

                                       Bíbor

                                       Szikratűz

                                       lobog

                                       az estben,

                                       leheletünk

                                       páratánca-

                                       bodorított

                                       füstfüzérek

                                       esnek bódult

                                       ájulásba

                                       -bibor lelkem

                                        bársonyán

                                        a csend

                                        csillagfátyolán.

                                        Meditáció

                                        Bárányfelhők

                                        simogatták

                                        az arcom,

                                        s kedvesen

                                        kényeztetett

                                        minden-

                                        a vámoshíd

                                        rongyos

                                        kőpillérén

                                        ma újra

                                        rámtalát

                                        az Isten...