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.....



Monday, 17 February 2014

Shadows under the Sun

Who would know all the shadows under the Sun.
Does anyone knows all the dead ends in the night.
An angel met a soul one time, in the middle of the air.
The angel conveyed the wonder
Of heavenly gardens in a breath,
The soul spoke of earth’s own secrets;

Of the magic of love and death.
Then a smile crossed the angel’s face
The eternal rays to ponder so;
And the soul did weep for the grace
Of light and dark's game to know.

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