Himlen över Katmandu är full av drakar. Vad fyller du din himmel med? (The sky above Katmandu is filled with kites, what do you put on yours?)
23 januari 2014
one day
One day, I´m sure, He will present Himself. After hours and hours of praying, and wishing and hoping and trying and longing.....
One day, I´m sure.
And He will say; NOW. Now is the time. Here I am, Now we are One.
And that day, no more will I be parted. No more will I be seen apart from Him. But I´ll be unconditionally in love with Him and He with me, as a perfect union. A circle, a mandala. Neverending.
This has bin my conviction Always, yet unspoken or understood. This is my hearts desire, my one true prayer.
Hear me, Lord, for i am praying, for that day to be today.
22 januari 2014
true value
Do you know that I saw an angel,
the day that we sat, holding hands,
in my temporary sofa,
you and me still unexplored lands.
She was red, red, a sparkle,
big enough to fill the space,
between my doubt and my heart,
left was not a trace.
And you came into my Life a Little closer,
for each day we grew an inch.
And my Life was never the same again,
you added flawor, pinch after pinch
Today, and five years later,
your are still my chef in Life.
And our love keeps growing stronger,
someday I might even be your wife
Of Gratitude my heart is growing,
each time I Think of of you.
The gift you are, my treassure,
to me, that value is true.
21 januari 2014
forbidden gold
...and wilst you talked about trivial things, your Eyes made love to mine.
And I had to hold my breath not to shiver, I had to bite my toung.
Brown, golden light, from your inner desire, flowing through my spine
causing an earthquake, a tremble, a fire, to pour all resistance out.
Holding my hands as steady as I could, in my pockets, tight not to touch you.
Heart like a million wings of a bird, and my chest, like a cage filled with fire.
And your hands gently touch me at times. A touch of an angel, a wisper and a sigh.
You dance with me over the floor like no other whilst Everything else in the World lay aside.
But still, that, our dance is in my Dreams, and cept in my Dreams alone.
You must not know and I must not tell you, this passion is forbidden gold.
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