The Circle Of Life - Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
Plucking the petals of a daisy:
" He loves me, he loves me not;
He loves me, he loves me not;
He loves me…"
Knowing Love, long before
Knowing what Love is;
But when I was a child, —I knew.
Now, I teach myself to love again;
To remember what I have forgotten,
While living in this world.
From my own world,
I shall create a new world;
Shall recognise themselves again,
When returning to innocence.
I have learned this:
Life, it only teaches us
How to forget our learning —
The sacred knowledge residing within us;
Darkening the divine spark
That comes with birth.
I am on my way to childhood —
Enclosing the circle of life.
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