![]() Notes on a Finnish MysticA Poem by Seshat Nidaba![]() Paraphrase from a spiritual friend![]() The small hours are my home Silence begs inward like a calming breeze There is no stress around, only connection
Like little stars of hope hugging me I am the I-love-you-s of a satisfied horizon A future that blames the world for nothing!
It is a flame that scoops up memories And transforms them into the perfume of faith The small hours are my last stand of gladness
I walk in them with a new mind A language that dwells on inner beauty and unity All the words just slip to the side
For the feeling of a true masterpiece The identity-thrill behind each life Silence is the condition of empathy
Purity is the reminiscence of compassion The contradictions within a lesser work prevent this But I am completely at home in ambiguity. © 2013 Seshat Nidaba |
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