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let's play !
                                                                       
The Sage: If you can play with your body, you will be free from it.
Mira: I’ve let my body play with me. I now invite the words to play. Then, I will invite Him.

Eternity has
no beginning
no end
and no loop.



Sweet moods feed my fairy tales
behind the eyelid of a flight
disguising the one dream
for the sake of a taste
of a shot of pink joy
of a bubble
of a toy.

Come, join my dance,
the journey of my soul
from the highest towards the nearest,
from nowhere to nowhere
from here, now
to now, here.

Let my kiss dance, be the lazy shadow of your kiss
Let my embrace leave no trace, be the perfect mirror of your embrace
Let my inside expand, be the cloudless sky of your wings
Let my eyes smile and cry with the sweetest tears of your eyes
Let my heart whisper quiet echo answers to your heart beat.

I’ll let you into my thought
I’ll let thought out of the mind
until a falling star will unveil
the hidden seed in my heart.


Can you hear?
desire flows through my veins burning me
on the rhythm of a yes beat
that nobody hears -
the song of the poppy flower chasing a purple butterfly
the smile of the princess
the tear of the beggar.

My right eye will kiss your left eye
My left eye will kiss your right eye,
we'll taste the dance
of the space and the universe
in which space and universe
are continuously dying and continuously
recreating themselves,
we'll touch their very centre, utterly.

Who are you?

kissing softly like the dawn breeze,
caressing like the zephyr that dances
on the song of night birds
your arms rivers, your heart a waterfall
that flows
through my heart, my mind, my eye.
a trace of your kiss
still dances in my palm
she swings from finger to finger
no rhythm has such harmony
no sound such light.

And where are you now?


If music is a state of mind
if death is an instant of life
if poetry is a mood of the heart
and life an instant of time
while you sing your dream
I rime my lines and look for a place to fly.

Waiting
my wings unfold and roam    
my soul
be what you are
be free.