You felt like a Tibetan girl
You were free sunset, between poetic odes and siren songs; ascetic poet, and errant traveler without borders. You were a peregrine falcon and a carrier pigeon in the tumultuous river of the immemorial time clock.
You felt sea of waves, between fine waters and silver leaves, under the sacred trees of ashoka in the bright nights of Kashmir.
You felt joy of the moon between tender caresses of words, between warm whispers of harmonies and alleluias; joy of the sun, reflection of clear springs, between sweet loves and tender spiritual kisses.
Iridescent kisses of silver, mirrors of sacred fire and passion, under the immense glare of the fire, impregnated with immense heat and love.
In your crystalline eyes, reflections and mirrors of divine smiles. Deep and enchanting looks, paths and fountains of pure roses.
Under the colors of a gray sky, you felt luminescent rainbows in conscious fullness. White fullness in the absolute present!
You felt beautiful creature, capricious rose in your blooming bed; Bright firefly under the lights of the stars of the East.
You felt like a red moon, drunk with the perfumes of seas, orange blossom and rose; golden garden of muted lilies, among white flowers of green thyme.
You felt like a libertarian butterfly, a dreamy princess and an adorable muse of the Greek poets; funny and capricious moon in your silk and fine satin cradle.
You felt like an Egyptian princess waking up with the red dawns of the Nile valley; Pharaonic queen under burning sphinxes and electrical storms in the desert of the East.
You felt like a Tibetan girl reciting sweet mantras to the goddess Tara, deep roots of sacred words.
You were a night of red moon, flower of lily and rose; wild lion defending at all costs your ethical principles, your moral values.
You were pure polished diamond crystal, with a pilgrim heart, in love with the son of the wind with your flower open to the violet rainbow; deep root of blue lotus flower in your beloved Egypt.
And you whispered words, tender words on your ship of divine gold to the son of the sun.
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