A poor heart
With humble feelings and
With tender emotions and
With touching desires and
With sensitive intentions and
With hesitation and
With gentle shyness
Seeks
To be what it is honestly
Not what others think and not what
Others are trying to make it,
Really goes here and there and
Seeking with a cup of sensitivity,
Peace and harmony
Moreover, weeps shedding the tears of helplessness.
To be what it’s gracefully
Not what others expect of it
And not what others try to get from it, but
My poor heart
Longs and grieves Bhagouauty
To confess that
It never seek to hurt anyone
Moreover, it accepts with joy
Even the slightly and bit friendly
Emotions towards it for it’s
A humanly heart.
Come on, don’t be so sensitive, I mean going so deep that you may drown,” she said.
“Well, my heart can sink; I just escape to the desert of thoughts, where I’ve no danger of drowning. I’ve thoughts like a camel,” he replied.
We all laughed and he was back to his spirit. The thought of the camel gave me new idea that we may call it the ship of the desert. It was a greatness of the spirit to feel desert as a sea, where the camel is a ship.
We may be weak in the flesh, but the wisdom gives such a power to the thoughts and the emotions that oceans seems just a reservoir for watering the peace gardens with rain.
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