I write to you in my solitude ... It is the time I've finished my daily chores and the veranda is filled with presences ... My small trees have grown quickly and I'm gazing at them while watering them and I talk to them mentally, anyway, let's not go crazy over this! This time of day always suits me best ... I'll never get tired of repeating it while thinking of anything related to the sunset. How people resemble dawn, dusk and noon. |
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It is therefore natural to find time for some real thinking. It is natural for the senses to have the colour I used to see as a child, for intuition to have its old capacities ... it is the luck of being able to see and hear nature and thus enter God's footprints more easily. There is a way to approach everything. I function like an animal, through senses ... logic helps me very little now, while in the past it used to play a key role in my life. But what do I need it for now, that everything rational has been reversed?
I talk to you every day, by writing. Then you always give me answers in my mind. So, I ended up having you here all the time. Everything I missed is here ... as long as I let myself go free to see ... people, conversations, beloved glances. Now I am sure of the support of my loved ones. They are all beside me during the nights of my illusive solitude. And I'm filled with energy ... they constantly supply me, and my heart and mind are as if they are growing bigger, warmer and are opening everywhere. Sweet companionship ... |