REFLECTIONS © 2011

I suffer from an incurable disease!

In hope of a vaccine, a dream full of illusion,

That, one day, maybe tomorrow,

Nature, in its fine wisdom,

Will produce from the earth the eternal root, that can heal me,

And from this tree, finally, I can taste

The fruits with a flavor of love,

That I've longed to find.

This cure does not come from human hands,

But from the secret kept in the soil,

Where life is reborn in every season,

And the earth, in its cycle, offers solace.

Perhaps, when the tree blooms,

And I gather the fruit that satisfies,

I will discover that the cure has always been

In love, in surrender, and in harmony.

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