Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Remembering, by Fiorella Puga.

I remember I was your voice
the voice that made me dance
in the very Beginning
You and I were humble Love
waiting patiently for the moment to arrive
We were laughing and crying at the infinite
when I flew away
How softly you whispered the words
that made me body
and to your very Om
I answered Amen
You started blowing on my forehead
the forces of this Universe
and drew the most beautiful path
only with a kiss
a kiss of Light
I have been traveling since then
performing for You are Art
Your patience was my strength
and your beauty my tears and smiles
I can see pieces of heaven in my fingers
for you have always held my hand
Still I remember I was your voice
the I love that made me dance.

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