From dots to lines and the topic of design
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
a white angel in a globe is whispering in words I don’t understand, the sound of water , a silent song, glittering yellow lights on top of mountains , sleep touching my eyes and happiness giggling at the corner of my lips. Everything here at the end of the world is telling me I can have whatever I wish for, the sky is not the limit anymore, nor is my soul, endless eternity of discovery , infinite strings of curiosity and vast spaces for the imagination to dwell upon decorate this landscape of such abundant variety of human contact, desire has no purpose anymore…
What you seek is seeking you.
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