Saturday, March 3, 2012

Let it be . . .

Let those stray birds flock again in your branches

Let the wind flow through their feathers

Let the heap of withered leaves under your autumn branches
be another mountain for the moon to raise from behind

Let the song of rain sung for the first time

When the night falls down,
let the song carry the darkness and keep your branches
brighter than ever before

Let the world stay calm that it
will listen to your growing desires and thus
unexpect your fruits

Let the greatest soul give the river
another chance to flow by your side

Let children throw your seeds into the river
that reaches places

Let no bridges built across our river
as we ensure its flow
by being on its two different banks

Let you raise again and again in love and

Let you grow again and again till the time ceases

Let faces fade in and fade out
and the memories too

Let you be everywhere
and thus be nowhere in this conscious game


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