Friday, April 22, 2011

April 22: Confession

A fortune teller

Whispered in my ear

The magic words.

My mother's wisdom

Builds up my mind.

The wind picked up

The mix of dust

And passed

To me.

"Why me?" -

I asked.

The Mother Nature calls

To follow the instincts.

In my dreams, I am in the meadows,

Very low,

low in the grass

Surrounded by sky,

Very close to the Earth.

I cam hear the bees.

I can hear the breeze.

Every bird sings for me.

"Mother Earth, I am your,

A good girl and a listener."

Ida Tomshinsky

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