Whispers of Light
Sun rises over and over, brightening with light, the infinite realms of life. Sun sets over and over, allowing the realms of life to bathe in contemplating silence. Awakening thoughts from inside and outside. Creating new realms you call days. Creating new realms you call nights. Creating new realms you call dreams. Continuing experiences of a traveler. Wondering always, about the why, how, who, where, when. Curious on existence itself, Curious on how to ride upon clouds in the wind or sail over the waters, Curious by the nature of events, endlessly unfolding, Curious for what is next to see and feel, Curious of the multitude of futures. Birth from new. Birth of dreams. The existence is opening the gates for the unknown. Letting freely subtle whispers, carrying the messages of awakening, Forgotten language of the self, of the one. They look for the sparks of light, They follow sparks of life, To pure hearts they go,...
