father time and mother earth embraced and white was born white is also forever paint the wind white moments of whiteness are moments of silence are moments without time white is pregnant with colour as silence is pregnant with sound what is white if not silent music each one of us hears in his heart white is the sound of a lost poem echoing through the corridors of time the white wind of a musical tear echoes the grey lament of a silent fountain long shadows of silence cast by a frozen sun mark time in white eternity white is the rainbow of light white is the colour of fairy tales white is the wrath of the blue sea if white passed away how could the other colours mourn it under a white sun floats a white cloud over a white sea white might yet fall invisibly out of time white is a meditation of an image in time without time cemeteries of death-infested corpses send out pulsations of white mortality turn white keep getting whiter till the white you have attained is so white that you become invisible when i die paint me white if i do not turn that way anyway work on your life until it becomes a work of art work on your art until it becomes your life i find white in spring in the blossoming petal of a fragrant flower i find white in summer in the burning ecstasy of a sunwashed wall i find white in autumn in the swaying branch of a leafless tree i find white in winter in the freezing stillness of a fallen snow i do not remember being born which must have been the most important event of my life i hope at least to remember my death having lost whiteness in the former i hope to discover it in the latter if i have found you through white in white if i have found you through white in silence if i have found you through silence in white if i have found you through silence in silence then i shall know you for a time longer than time