creating a body of work & silly old self-doubt
A sonorous voice I think is mine
rings insistently in my ears:
Become the fuse of a dynamite charge.
Blast the darkness to pieces.
In you are the waters, the light, the winds.
Free them.
Go to the sky. Become a cloud. Make rain.
Quench earth’s thirst.
Become a glittering star. Give light to the earth.
Ride the wind.
Chase away the army of darkness.
Chase the sky, the moon, the sun, the stars.
The light is in you.
Be tomorrow’s sun.
(excerpt from Vaman Kardak's poem)
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❤️loved reading it
💛
Beautiful work!
Yes, to be enough in all senses of the word! XO
A sonorous voice I think is mine
rings insistently in my ears:
Become the fuse of a dynamite charge.
Blast the darkness to pieces.
In you are the waters, the light, the winds.
Free them.
Go to the sky. Become a cloud. Make rain.
Quench earth’s thirst.
Become a glittering star. Give light to the earth.
Ride the wind.
Chase away the army of darkness.
Chase the sky, the moon, the sun, the stars.
The light is in you.
The light is in you.
Be tomorrow’s sun.
(excerpt from Vaman Kardak's poem)
💕
❤️loved reading it
💛
Beautiful work!
Yes, to be enough in all senses of the word! XO