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, 3 February 2014

The bridge between your heart and me

Don't burn all the bridges down, you might return.
You're no bird or butterfly with wings to flaunt,
Without bridges it is useless to yearn,
Vainly is to comprehend, vainly is to want.
Don't burn all the bridges down, you might return.
Between your heart and me, leave at least one intact
In solitude the mistake is easier to discern,
Those memories may yet impel you to come back...

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