I am happy living simply...
...like a flake of snow, or an icicle;
Worldly pilgrim, thin, and fragile...
...wise, as any creature;
I am here:
To know, the One mother of all spirits...
...is my beloved mother sole;
To know that the hidden secret...
...that causes harmony between...
...my body and my soul...
...is my Lord sole;
To enlighten swiftly the dark souls...
...as a beam of light comes...
...through a door or a window hole...
...and enlightenes the space whole;
To live and write the poems, the way...
...God asks me to do...
...as He murmurs into my soul.
MyKoul
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