Celebration for freedom
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
is like a dry well
it won't fill your thirst.
So let it be plenty.
See your freedom in the pool of your tears,
kiss the Beloved like a gentle butterfly
free to rest
on the sweet scent of the lily.
Free to love and to choose to love everyone.
Let it be plenty
There is no end to the song of the heart,
once you found your voice,
tune the instrument with the divine.
He plays through you.
Just let it.
The soul is always free to fly.
Now let it be plenty,
carry your bucket
full of water
and chop the wood.
Milena (18 august '09)
posted by Milena at 10:55 AM
1 Comments:
Sweet, sweet Milena,
Dein Gedicht hat mich tief beruehrt und Dein Worte klingen in meinem Herzen.
Schlaf schoen und sei zaertlich umarmt,
dein T.
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