Sometimes we appear
As we would like to be
Our aims
Our shadows ahead
With the sun-light
Of our ideas
And thoughts behind…
DidiArtist, 05.05.2017
Like the season returns
Within the wheel of time
Life and death are reborn
Like the echo in the mountain
Mirrors back to our self
So our words and deeds resound
Unless we are really aware
Of the inner light and truth
Our sharing increases confusion
If we share without real knowledge
Our thoughts, experience, opinions
Are a contagious disease from mind to mind
If our motives are of good nature
And our deeds are a leaf in the wind
The credit goes to the street of darkness
May we fear of what we give and take
And turn our little “we” into His Will
To live divine knowledge, His sharing
Then we will understand
That nothing we can give from “ourselves”
So ultimately become His humble servant…
But sometimes we pretend to be humble
Not knowing that we cheat us, bear a mask
Just another way of the colour of mind
Seeing is believing…
DidiArtist, 16.03.2012
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