Illusion
The night is but a shadow our planet, throws on us. An illusion created and we fall for it and fall asleep.
The universe is awake all the time, the sand in the clock is slipping grain by grain while we sleep.
Let us wake to the new marrow, an illusion or true tomorrow.
Let us undress not just clothes, but bare our souls and bath in ourselves by ourselves like the snowflake.
Cleaned this way, let us kneel and pray, that we become worthy of this birth bestowed on us, in such a dark period of living beings on this earth
Comments
Post a Comment