What is excatly in my mind??I am with him..and him..The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; it is like the sling, it is not under control.Thats like what I feel these days..
Lover whispers to my ear,
“Better to be a prey than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don’t pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
so you may taste the savor of Life
and know the power hidden in serving.”
Membingungkan,future or future?It’s a clue from Him or just part of my head not mind and heart…..How could I get the answer??
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