All this is beyond consciousness,
It draws me images again and again.
My gentle, like wind, like water,
Like fresh rain that I've been waiting for centuries.
I think I saw you,
You call my name, but at that moment I floated,
I floated by clouds.
I like being sometimes, crazy
When soul rejoices with love and bliss,
Imagination carries to another world.
I hear your voice,
Your voice can take me there.
There, as in the fairy-tale place,
The air garden is full of fragrance.
The bees sings and people... fly.
~EL