Tuesday, 4 September 2018

A divine language

I have shed all the tears I could,
I have slept all the hours I could bare.

For your heart bleeds through the eyes,
pure divine translucent water,
a divine language of joy and suffering written upon our face.

And the sleep was not slept... it was the hiding away from this world,

And it was the trusting in oneself that made me wake up, 
it was knowing that this world was meant for me... 
and I for it. 

May your soul manifest itself and be projected to the world... 
May the authentic self be invulnerable in its vulnerability... 
May you sing the song you wish to sing...
   And dance.... And be happy!  

May your eyes smile with divinity... 

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