How gentle you are,
standing naked in the wilderness.
You take no for an answer
and you smile.
Because inside the feverish soul,
lives the ever living “yes”.
Humility looks good
when adorned with cool white light.
Lovers find reason to love.
In winter’s light crows dance and pine trees sing.
Ancient bards they are,
finding joy in the most peculiar places.
The deep snow transforms into a warm blanket,
nurturing the sleeping dreams of the mystic’s heart.
The soul awakens when it sleeps.
Are you dreaming yet?
Poem by Yola
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