This is what I will write: some thoughts, some stories, some of myself. The way I see the way of life. It is just me, my views, my opinions, my way of saying, my way of writing. My spirit, my fire, my love and the freedom of being myself.
Poem and Prayer of a mountain girl
Monday, May 26, 2008
Flying across the ocean
overcoming waves of wonder
in your gentleness rests my soul
and you may never know
that my heart sings with joy
for the secret unrevealed
the Mercy from above
the chance to live one more time
And the eagles fly even higher
a cosmic dance on the mountains' peak
below, the ordinary man forgets to look up
endlessly involved in the smallness of his life
Who could hear the call
to soar above the limited map of your concepts
to dive into the infinite space
of your eternal being?
Listen it is here and now
that miracles spark their beauty
and profuse the dance of life
with its divine mysteries.