You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....

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Thursday, 23 January 2014

The Last Poem



Evening star shall stare at my burned out eyes
and won't find it's lost reflection.
Somewhere someone will
over the peaceful river of thoughts lean remembering
Sadness once in me shall fly out into the world
And distant sunflowers will bow their heads.


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