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Through the eyes of a child

You can see them on their way
out to the liberty
while you are confined.
“The society’s game”
and the money-power
keep you in a cage
through every hour.
How do you feel…?
What if everything you are living for
is unreal?
What’s the story
behind your eyes?
A child isn’t that unwise.

Through the eyes of a child
you see… the true purity,
the mirror of soul,
the mirror of eternity;
A fragile rebirth,
which need loving care
as our mother earth.

I hope the sun will still shine
and the grass will grow
long after I am dead
And my childrens’ childrens’ children
may live their lives instead.

And we may return
until we learn.
You may see me
through the eyes of a child.
But will there be
an earth to return to?
And will I recognize you?

Nydelig dikt,  ord som virkelig vekker ettertanken i meg. 

This is so beautiful, Soulfriend!

We will recognize you by the twist of your lips when smiling
  You may know me by the cadence of my voice
    and me by the way I move my hand to wipe my forehead

I like this poem
it lifts my thoughts
and makes me look forward
to the next recognition
in this world
or another..

Ah... den var fin Sjelevenn! 

Takk for det, dere!  Godt at dere likte det....

Dette fant jeg... da jeg lette igjennom gamle ting. Jeg skrev dette og (mange fler) for tredve år siden....før kilden ble "stengt av".
Var jo kommer lengre da.. enn jeg er nå... ? ? ?
Først nå.... for et år tilbake... kom den "åndelige meg" tilbake...
Gud bedre... hvor har jeg vært i alle disse år?