A poem was given to me when I inserted the Milky Way image. I offer it to you, translated (rather roughly)from French…
What a miracle it is that Milky Way
A world is opening for me
For the first time it seems
I see her arms around us
Like a mother, really
How could I ever have felt so separate?
Tell me, you who contains all of me
With my rivers of tears
Which no doubt form the oceans
What should I do now that I know?
How do I continue pretending
Feeling as an imposter
As I look outside, from the inside
Failing to recognize instantly
The others, who have also forgotten
I want to say, thank you, for your precious reminders
A star, a blade of grass, a touch
Often without notice
Worthy of the Gods, open my heart
And offer me, even if only for a moment,
The passage to Eternity
I like the play of inside and outside. In Collage World Mother Milky Way is at the center of all the smaller beings. Yet we are all within Her. Dig it. Thank you for sharing the poem, Ocotillo.
A poem was given to me when I inserted the Milky Way image. I offer it to you, translated (rather roughly)from French…
What a miracle it is that Milky Way
A world is opening for me
For the first time it seems
I see her arms around us
Like a mother, really
How could I ever have felt so separate?
Tell me, you who contains all of me
With my rivers of tears
Which no doubt form the oceans
What should I do now that I know?
How do I continue pretending
Feeling as an imposter
As I look outside, from the inside
Failing to recognize instantly
The others, who have also forgotten
I want to say, thank you, for your precious reminders
A star, a blade of grass, a touch
Often without notice
Worthy of the Gods, open my heart
And offer me, even if only for a moment,
The passage to Eternity
I like the play of inside and outside. In Collage World Mother Milky Way is at the center of all the smaller beings. Yet we are all within Her. Dig it. Thank you for sharing the poem, Ocotillo.