Dicytomie of livingA Poem by Shandra SunBeing and existing are notthe same state.
Dichotomy of living.
There is a river of constant living waters flowing serenely from the depths of my being. It comes from a deep and immaculate spring, never touched bij malice, my strength of living. And in the midst of the tumults of this troubled world, when my heart is frightened and shuddered, I retreat myself, as a frightened child, in this calm and safe refuge. In this place where nothing bad happens. And so I exist: dancing on the stage of this illusion that we call life, and simultaneously, quiet and serene, somewhere in that unspeakable space, silently, as if asleep. Graca Bastos. 10-5-2016 © 2019 Shandra SunAuthor's Note
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