The many places
On the trail around The Blue Lake Invite us to sit and rest. There under the trees, Birds chirping, We sat on high ledges With magnificent views And listened to the sounds Of our silence. There was nothing to say As I my fingers ran In the deep waters of The blue lake, I felt the beauty Of this place caress my soul And our connection With all the living beings From recent days to many years ago… That was the magic of the Blue Lake.
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It seems like she has been there forever. Her branches are as dark as the seas, only scattered leaves. Little nests show her arms gently cradle birds. They know her deep roots will keep her grounded, and them sheltered, but will never stop them from reaching for the sky. There were times when passion and vigor exhaled from my being, But they got lost in the cold and dark night In which the shine from your lovely eyes seduced me And stole my life essence. Since then, I carry the unknown Along the scarlet roads of loneliness. And there I go… Only the Moon keeps me company. How I wish I could free myself And be just like the haughty creatures; Finally walk free From the strings that limit me. Oh, noble creatures! How beautiful and free you are! Imposing dragons, Illuminated beings! Flying free, Not even fear accompanies you. Owner of your own destinies, Do you ever face obstacles? My heart does not beat anymore, My veins do not flow with life, My instinct fails, The light, little by little, goes out… I wander through the darkness of the alleys of my soul, Seeking something that I do not even know exists… Something capable of suppressing the emptiness that settled down in me And able to unravel the mysteries of eternity… Fly… Fly imposing creatures! Fly wherever you will… Follow only your instincts. We shall meet in a place where there is no darkness George Orwell |
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