Journey - Like ChildrenMore Like This
That distant sound we hear is the same call of ages.
We fly to each other on a familiar path, and our robes shine like snow within the other pair of eyes – the marks we bear are read effortlessly, twin to the timeless song in our voices.
Our grace is made of laughter, the secrets are smiles. Time is nothing when we wrap ourselves in joy; the pattern of our dances rings all through the desert, loud and cheerful.
To the little ones like us, it is a game.
We have trodden these ways in black once, we have learnt together – this new dawn must be of happiness, for ourselves and for the embraces we find again in each other. Our call rises with our souls; we slide on powerful wings, earned through the deepest sufferings.
It is a game of living, free of thoughts.
We sink, aglow in the darkness, to bring our echoes again in this abandoned home. We climb and run and rest in silence, spreading the rays of our love all around; we know that later, deep down in the sand, a gloomy air awai