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.....



Wednesday, 19 February 2014

A magic moment

A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up - you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintes sence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

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