The
feeble light that glows from a happy heart lights up the sleeping
night. Lying in her bed, motionless in her home, her eyes closed, the
dawn is all hers.
Oh,
free spirit, how much did you deserve it! Sing your song so that
everyone else may listen. Shut all your senses to the plane you have
just left. Go forth, serene, beautiful and refreshing.
Walking
on the infinity path, bordered by emeralds, a gentle projection you let
be perceived. Only those few that keep their eyes open in another plane
can perceive a beautiful view: her whitish and smiling hand standing
high and her lips saying in endless words: I am free and on the way to
meet my Self.
Below
there, the quite and dark night hides, inside a calm room, the clothes
that she used. Inside the humble, light and clean house, there is no
soul dwelling in a gross plane. Neighbors all around ignore what has
happened, while dreaming their troubling dreams of repressed emotions.
And,
high above, in her serene and motherly beauty, the moon looks down at
everything and smiles of love and peace.
Message
inspirationally received on December 18, 2000