I admit, I was very surprised last night seeing the stats on this blog and the very many times this little poem has been read over the past week or so. What is happening? How come that you are reading this poem and not necessarily others (you know, I posted some other poems in English
Category: Poems
But listen- (The sound of movement, the pitch of highest wave) The frail sound of truth The noisiness of lies Sit in the silence of your soul then ask (In voiceless love, in nightly space) For suns to shine and moons to glow (Into the human mirrors of thyself) Into the light you are. Then
It’s not about controlling the thoughts that appear in our mind. It’s about watching them and their effects on our mood. Becoming attached to anything is a choice, a conscious one. But, we so rarely are truly conscious of what is happening in and not to our body. Every word has its own frequency. Its
A swing between the colors of the night and dawn of hearts
(A twist of past through chambers of the mind)
Worlds of Words 