Moving on

Every once in a while I feel myself reborn.

I find my inner furniture moved aside,

my spiritual walls refreshed in yellow,

the small window changed its curtains,

I don’t understand,

where is Myself?

But I take a better look

and I see the painting

the one that never changes

the one with my secret garden

the one who grows in my heart,

never-changing its nature.


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