A murmur of the river on rocks set in the stream,
A chatter of the mind , on life, world, just a dream…
Silence descends upon them: a soul, a leaf, the wind…
Life and rocks are simple,
souls and leafs are humble,
they fall and be forgotten,
they die and end up rotten.
– Where is my soul, dear friend, whom did i loose it to?
Was it the mind, the world, or was it just to you?
-No , said the friend with voice a little shy,
Your soul, my dear, your soul is in the sky…
12.12.2011 – Amma
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