Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 24, 2018

SOURCE~by Renáta Császár


 

 

SOURCE

the silence is so deep in me
and so familiar
after the morning rush
things go down
and I remain
with my source

I say hello to it
then
I wash myself in its crystal clear spring
slowly
then I enter its woods
as I am passing
flowers open their petals
trees are waving
and a little trush
lands on my shoulder

I step one by one
in my silence
looking for those
I usually meet
and they are coming out
from the trees of darkness
and welcome me as an old friend

he is among them
opens his arms
and I fall in them
to have a rest

he holds me there
and I am there

get asleep
so as the world
disappear


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