my soul

My soul

My soul seems to be a white circle,
The thoughts are flowing freely
Like blue coloured spots.
My circle is white
And so wide and so deep
That the white color
Seems to change into wings
When my thoughts grow wild
Something like a purple light
Springs up in my soul,
And something sharp, like a sword
Cuts my river of light, of tears…
When my thoughts grow wild,
When they shout and yell,
A blue flower descends
Into my white circle
And a hand which caresses its petals,
And a voice tells me lowly:
“Let the peace come into your soul, my child!”

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