Some English Poetry to the day of Saint Valentine..
Personal Valentine
There is no time in my heart,
In my heart no time passes, time is no more,
So all the things remain as they are,
In every season and in every place,
For the heart is the meeting place, the core,
The inner, where everything comes together:
So all my relationships, all my encounters,
The tender ones and the dark moments
Are still hidden here deep inside me.
Oh yes, the heart loses nothing,
Oh yes, the heart forgets nothing,
The heart does not need to remember,
For it is the living presence,
the centre.
I already experienced much loss and infidelity
In my overfull life – it often came from people
Who lacked depth and truth in themselves,
Because they didn’t had a trusting heart,
Or they let it shrivel or wither away
For the sake of gold, fortune or power.
Oh no, power decays or is snatched,
Oh no, Fortune is a fickle fellow,
Oh no, gold rusts or is stolen,
Even the most filigree edifice of thought
Blows away on the wind of the tide,
But the heart remains, feels,
Oh yes, as long as it beats.
Heartily.
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