A child’s song: Paradise

 


Slowly I start listening
to the sounds inside…
Sounds that grow like seeds grow and become flowers…
I feel paradise has been created from our own hands, hands of labour, hands of love, hands caressing in whispers the gentle tears from the suffering world.
It has been erased… the sorrow, the fear and light is upon everything, shinning a bright star upon us, inside us, laughter brightening the trees, the seas, the first prayer, the last worries.
You see we can do it? Do you feel it? Do you smell the perfume of Love?Paradise here is what I pursue, on this earth that I embrace, kiss and see also below my feet, this prayer that makes me feel the humblest of Princesses…
You have started making it possible… our Paradise, our encounter with the ocean, with the millions of happy tears. United, sheltered, and ready for the biggest adventure: Love.
Looking behind there are stones you left by,
your feet are soar, you feel hungry, and tired.
But inside your heart there is a feast!
Names that in your dreams become un-named names, sounds, echoes, evidences, just for you, children of Love.
Do you need to expect and work for the paradise far away if you don’t try it Here?
What is then the purpose for all we do? I cannot want the best for me, if you do not reach Paradise on Earth.
Maryam:-)
Image Credit: Michelle Barnes