They say, you are what you think,
And they are right:
You think what you see,
Your thoughts are eyes.
You see the light and you become the light,
You become water nurturing a flower,
A fountain sprinkling into itself,
Opening the entire universe.
You see what you think,
You are what you see,
In the shadows of your thoughts
Foreseeing the light ahead in the darkness.
Your sight is your light
Awakening to the forgotten sound
Of a healer sleeping in you.
No other savior can save you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Deep stuff, Dejan. I agree wholeheartedly with your assessment of reality. My father was born in a little farm in Serbia; passed away at age 88 2 yrs ago. He might have enjoyed your wriiting as well, even though his nose was mainly embedded in the Srbobran.