Meditation

Marta Marto

Today I received a poem upon waking. The place of the word that longs to be spoken, in the intensity that clothes your body with a pure soul. No harshness can touch you, for I will not allow it. The garment is the light of the rising sun in the morning that now awakens you and makes you wake. You who know what can pierce the armor that weighs down your walk, shed the weight and the longing and let these gentle words, spoken and written in the whisper of silence, clothe you in everything that is so much and serves you so well: the dream of stars, purple blue, violet, pink, flowers and more colors.