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, 25 June 2014

Don’t ask again....

Don’t ask again why I love you. 
Ask why grass grows and why the sea is restless.
Ask where does spring wind come from
and who steers the white ship of dreams
when the night spreads cold shadows over the world.
Don’t ask why my strange heart loves you.
Do you know how corals are formed at the bottom of the ocean?
Waves are talking about a sleeping beauty
but you live far away from the waves’ voice.

Your thought is a steep cave
against which my life is crashing in vain.
Don’t ask why I love you.
Come to me! My heart is sad.
You and the Moon: two unreachable flowers
on a high mountain of oblivion.

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