The soul is a presence of the divine world.
It cannot invent itself.
The soul holds the echo of primal intimacy.
This original echo whispers with every heart.
Intimacy has no limit in the soul.
(This was published by me in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at the young age of 38. I published for a long time under this second name. i write to keep her memory alive as long as i live) .
Beautiful soul searching piece, divine and spiritual message thanks dear poet
the poem reveals a deep truth and understanding.....what a philosophical realization! the poets note carries a sympathetic message... but I am very happy for your intentions... I am get lessened bu you... thank you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful thing you do in keeping the memory of someone you love keep going, lovely write Tony