Escribir es crear flores en las manchas de Rorschach así distribuidas, y de esa inconciente trama encontrarle el hilo a la vida y tirar fuerte para que el cable no se vuelva a enrollar.
Poetry

 

Time is Now

Steward of my Life

Dazzling star in the darkest night

Lead me to your light

To the source, to the Heaven.

Let there be love

And peace and wisdom.

Let the passion fill the cup

And overflow

With joy and grace and gratitude.

 

Smile, yes smile.

The laughter bubbles forth

And ripples through the seas of time

Carrying wings of ecstasy.

 

Time to wake up

Time for joy

Time for dancing and singing.

Be merry,

Your time has come

 

Fear not, he said, fear not

Nothing can harm you

Now You are in Me.

 

Sylvia Munton, August, 2013

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