MESSAGE TO A WOMAN

CYCLE : STIGMA OFOUR SOULS

From slope they jump to sea

Beatiful schells for you to bring

Gave you a fragnant roses

Also sweets, travels, rings

And tender, warm hearts

And places in their homes

But often we can be crue, false

Unhappy, capricious, trained

Possesive, jelaous, bad

Why ? Who knows ?

We know maybe ?

And yet we could be always

Tender angels of kindness

Of beauty sorceresses

A friendly wives

Caring mothers

Of true love messengers

Rather no take but give your love

Rather egoic not cudle to someone

But him to yourself to cudle

Rather than desire to be desirable

Learn to create love teach it, share

Even where  is evil or indifference

Let show love as transcendence

The going beyond yourself, the way

So let’s build love like a home

Home the most beatiful, dream

Let’s conjure it from ourselves

Let’s almost love become

Expand it, beautify, quard

Home and yourself that’s

Become a shelter, a home, a garden

Be an oasis with spring, nourishing water

A furnace with non-extinguting flame

A spreading tree,a bush of fragnant roses

Be of birds nice mysterious singing

Be of morning and evening prayer

The book of wisdom and dreams

Sorceress of ideas, caress of defeats

Such amiracles for yourself you become

And for  a few else someone

For a  wanderer, for a knight

For old man, animal, for a child

Be an tireless of happiness angel

(May 22, 2025 )