Walking in the gorge of lago Smeraldo

I edited this entry in Aug 2010.
This poem was dedicated to me by Thomas Heydel who used to be a friend. After exiting prison in August 2009, he forgot those who helped him and he forgot his own words. Fallen from grace!
On this planet, called earth.
There are humans, people.
All kinds, all colors, sorts.
They are!
All of them, of us,
have choices, free to give
whatever it is...
You, Milena,
choose to be a friend!
So rare, so precious,
but surely
You are one, we are One.

--Thomas Jan. 08
And this is what I have said to him:

Listen, my friend

There is one thing in the world
that satisfies, and that is meeting
with the Guest.

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