Clouds


Clouds

Thoughtless floating on clouds of trust

Without attention of my mind, am I

Recognizing the silence of the unlimited potential

No movement, eternal space and stillness

Am I one with all

Rediscovering my wholeness

Realizing perfection

Being complete.

Wil.

Prison

Love embraced with fear feels as a prison

In which I hope and wish, need and want

The prison of my mind in which I keep my eyes closed

My heart broken and my thoughts focused

I cannot see and recognize the truth in front of me

Then I give up, surrender and freedom holds me

Transforming pain and fear, the prison open

Am I love again, eternal and divine.

 

Wil 2009

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