segunda-feira, 22 de novembro de 2010

Being sick

I hate being sick and vulnerable.
Not being able to look after myself...

quinta-feira, 4 de novembro de 2010

My secret

Before, in the old days,
when people had secrets they didn't
want to share,
they would climb a mountain and find a tree.
They would carve a hole in the tree
whisper the secret into the tree
and cover the hole with mud.
That way, no one would ever discover the secret.

I've found a tree...
I've carved a hole
A deep hole where I've whispered my Secret
the deep secret of my inner Soul.
Now, no one will ever discover it.
It is my Secret, my inner companion, profound Love.