MY SOUL
My soul is like a white circle
My thoughts flow freely
Like some spots of blue colour
My circle is white
And so large,
And so deep
Like that white
Unfolds into my wings.
Sometimes
When the thought is more wild
Something purple starts to
Be born in my soul,
Something purple
And something white, like a sword
Cuts many times the river
My river of light
And water…of tears
When the wild thought
Howls and shouts
A blue flower fells
Into my whote circle
And a hand that caresses
Its leaves…and a mouth
Which kisses the petals
And speaks softly to me,
Through other purple thought
Composed with white tears
“Peace be upon you daughter!”