Your soul was born free and destined to fly
Somehow someone has managed to trap it
For a while.
Still it has never forgotten its song
It just lies there still for a new chance to be born
And fly
When the hand on the lock shakes in fear
Or if it forgets the reason to trap
Your spirit
Take your chance, go out and around
To see the beauty and colors of the world reborn
in light
I have known love and it came to me
In different shapes and forms
But you can recognize it by the light
It surrounds us in, by the peace
And the joy that lifts us up
Like a song in the morning.
If this all seems abstract
You can also recognize it
By the face of the men
who greet you with smiles
By the notes of kindness that
Ring in their true words
And by the shape of the hands
That you get to hold in your hands.
And if you are truly lucky
You can almost hear the resonance
Between souls walking and dancing together
At sunsets and sunrise alike.
And after you have been graced
with the chance to observe and to take
ask yourself
Have you given enough of care
And how do you love the ones
Close and far wishing to share with you
Their song and their air.
Breath and fly and be inspired to share.
The fish jumped as if
Breaking the Olympic record
At first i have tried
to push the sunset away with my arms
and hang on to the daylight
even if all i could catch was its glimmer
in a mirror of water.
i watched as the mist was lifting
the light from the flat level
I swam at, towards night.
But when i thought it was time to give up
the nEighbors switched on their light
and light was coming at me
from all directions, making connections
to a future that insisted
on being one way or another
warm and still bright,
sometimes your mind is a rock
sometimes is a river
And i do not know if the river
has shaped the rock;
or whether the rock has distracted the river
but what i know is that
i will stand with you
whether your mind stays strong as a rock
or flows with the river.
We come from a country of strong women
we have stored in our genes
messages from the times of not forgotten wars
that if we can keep the house running
when the men are not home
we can keep the house running
at all times.
Not that we want to be alone,
our loving hearts long to stay soft
and we cry at weddings and funerals.
Even when we are not close to each other
our shoulders are strengthened
by the hugs of a circle of women
dancing with decisive steps
forwards and back when it's needed,
knowing that we will likely come back.
Walk in grace my daughter
this is my message of love,
knowing that you too can
carry the fire and water of life
seeking always the path towards light.
