You are looking right at me!
I can see your smile.
It stroke my heart.
So powerful, strong,
Yet it screamed the pain and sorrow.
You smile so proudly but you ain’t happy.
What they’ve done to you was undoubtedly extremely hard to carry upon your shoulders
and within your brave heart.
Seems like there’s no hope.
But that’s just the reflection of small people who don’t understand you,
and whose hearts and minds are so narrow to accept all the rejoice you can give.
You can give, but we aren’t able to receive.
We are truly so small, in time and by all means.
My body is simply trembling.
My soul is thrilled,
and I’m looking upon the greatest beauty I was ever in front of.
Tears are rolling down my face. Can you accept this feeling?
Standing there in the middle of the street, crying and feeling like a little girl.
I saw your smile and that blissful tear in the corner of an eye.
Or was that I?
The reflection you gave me, people call Catharsis.
I call it an Encounter.
This soul found her echo in the time while the wind was blowing as it did centuries ago.
That was the sound of
The deepest essence.
The identity of the spiritual Being.
Queen of this magical country,
Mother to wisdom and war,
Ground for philosophy and art,
Keep on smiling because the victory is always on your side!
that I couldn’t apprehend all the beauty and pain you evinced.
My heart isn’t big enough to accept all of it.
But you knew I did recognize.
I will never forget your touch.
Thank you for letting me in.
While my soul gently weeps
until I’m back again in your arms,