Healing and growth through intuitive art
The ancient prince
Made a quick movement
With his hand
But the sword
Wasn't in it
Any more
The queen ran up to him
To shout:
You only have to slightly tremble
For the trick
To work
But he stopped her
With his empty hands
No need, he said,
No need to do this
As
There is
No person here.
Is it a mountain
Or the roof of a barn?
Is this a cloud
Or a smoking chimney?
And this,
Is this a man
With a bird in his hand?
What does he think about?
Do his thoughts
Dive in the sky?
And the drop of green
That fell on the face of the paper,
Why did it fall?
Can this drop be another world
With other people and birds?
Why don't they come closer
To shake hands with us
To have tea
And talk about our lives?
And can the children
Go out and play together
In the backyards
Of the universe?
There was a thought
And very soon emotions gathered
In no time
The wind will chase them all away
But we will still be blinded
By the light they had.
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