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When we meet (Soft Soul)
It’s only the glittering of your first
Smile that keeps me worm in
Your eyes. Every next you try,
Is lost, far away, taken by suspicious mind.
Where we meet, there are no
Crossroads or signs,
We pass the crowns of our ideas and goals,
Walking on the surface
Of what we hide inside.
It’s only when we meet,
The light comes like unexpected
Present, and the stream of dreams flows
Over the grass – but only for a moment –
Than it is vanished under the ground.
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Golden Creatures
Between the valleys the rivers start to blossom.
You notice the movement of the green and blue,
Passing the red and yellow autumn.
Behind the mountains, you find them
Like the golden creatures
Created by the sunrise.
Their movement is quick and
Always prepared to hide.
You learn to touch them from inside
And then again –
It is their own nature that doesn’t let you try
Without a heart.
And, when you come,
Once more open and full of love,
You wish to have their wings,
Their strength, their soul
And their dreams.
But you must know that you’ve only been given a treasure to keep,
When the wild horses sleep.
***
Emptiness is a gift, given by the soul.
Pour yourself into the soft sand.
Miracles will happen
Bringing their own sound.
They will come,
A chain of shelves
The prehistoric experience
Of yourself.
***
It had to be
It had to be the early spring,
It took the water to its roots,
The yellow song passing
The light.
It had to be the tree
That felt what we have seen,
Birds coming back to their
Home.
It had to be
So real, so big,
The truth of rebirth, another
Life, the essence of
Eternal law,
When we were walking
Side by side.
***
The streets have been crossed
Long time ago,
When you noticed, that something is changing.
In one-step you’ve managed
To reach for the new horizon
In one-step, you’ve lost the divinity
But was able to find the enlightenment.
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When I am the sea
The encountered movement
And the infinite being
I take the gull’s song into
Your eyes
And you will see through me
You will see the truth inside.
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