My only wish was to be an ecstatic wanderer. Rather than chairs and tables, I preferred the ground, trees, and caves, for in those places I felt I could lean against the cheek of God - Clarissa Pinkola Estés (Women who run with the wolves)

woensdag 17 augustus 2011

A wave.

A wave, bigger than all we know
comes soon washin
all we know

i say to my friend
hold my hand
for we do not know
this might be the end
the end of what we know

the wave
will show
the beginning
i blow
spirit into the unknown
i put my trust in it
and throw
surrendering
i sacrifice the shallow

floatin on the wave
my soul shall glow
free us from the heaviness
and let us grow
letting go
of all we know
for now i know
it wasnt so.



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