I have no name Except The one that suits me. Gold, as I know it Not the one that is stolen To stick a label on it, And that Slumbers under a cage of glass No But the one That takes all shapes But that Few will know And whose light demands Neither conditions Nor the life Of entire populations The gold flame, The one that never goes out. The one that is eternal. The one that never asks For permission The one that is And will burn, For eternity. The one to which You have access. You've just, Forgotten. Rayas Ray A ray. What I am And, What you are too. رَئِيس, a leader, a guide, Without ego Since among so many others. I am Better than no one But partly Only director of my life. Despite their poison Slipped into my veins, I spat out their names And drank From my own fountains. The other part ? I owe it to the divine. Ora, the aura, the light Then رُؤْيَا, the vision. Not the one of open eyes, But the one that pierces The veil of the third. The invisible, It brings it to light. Beyond, In other dimensions. Other worlds. Or not. Here, Or on other planes. I answer Present. For my talent Lies neither in writing, Nor in dance. But is of the clairs The one of feeling everything, That everyone feels All the time. Although today, I have learned. So, I know, and I am. And then, I realized. So now, I share. And I no longer live, To reach your standards. The A. The beginning. From my old skin I have shed To be reborn In this new envelope. In movement, I live, My rebirth. I am; Sometimes the air Sometimes the rain, Then the sun And I reshape For the possibilities Are infinite. When the divine Is the one From whom all comes I have, No form, Except the one ; That the Most High offered me. I have No name, Except ; The one that suits me.