Made when I was sitting in the forest and more or less dozing.



In the ear of the soul



I sit down in the green realm of voices,

One would like to think that everything is mute.

But let your soul swim along the stream,

You can hear a thousand words around you.



I hear the birds in their happiness

Reports of the sound of the world and the forest.

Hear stories far and wide

And feel how every word echoes in my mind.



It brings joy to listen to the water.

Down from the mountain from a distant place,

I am now lying in the soft rustling myself.

Every source drop is a word.



I am also a listener to the light,

When his hand gently touches my soul.

Even at night it doesn't go silent,

while tracking down new stories.



Every leaf that greets the earth from the top of the tree,
From the breath of the air to the same finds

And sprouting from experiences,

Is there something that connects all storytellers?



All whisper to my soul what my heart wants to hear.

Birds, leaves, water and light

Are never silent in my presence.

Because they all only report about you.





Ciao! ^ - ^

Aminia