On the way to Pulga
Pulga, from Boom Shankar Guest House. |
There is no boundary no edge
It could be
heaven
It could be hell
Or some other impenetrable
place
Lost in space and time
I could just cross the mirror
I could just
disappear without a trace
I could just slip away anonymously
Who would know?
Anything
is possible, anything is feasible, anything is achievable
It is just
a matter of dedication and of persistence
If the motives are based
on love
If they are true
Then, there is simply nothing that can not be completed
The
voice comes from beyond
It is the air and the wind whispering
It is the sky
and the clouds breathing
It is the trees and the earth muttering
The voice tells me that I am about to heal
It is time to believe
The
voice also comes from inside
It is the voice of my soul
Time has come to pray
Time has come to
thank the Universe
Time has come to accept the
magnificent gift of life
To cherish and to nourish it
Time has come to blossom
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