Mantra

Love is a riddle
Absurd as it is simple
The shape of a circle
As the moon my mother
Obvious and invisible
One’s mouth can be difficult to find
Though it is right under one’s nose!
Who’s eyes can see themselves
Or ears hear each other?
Cease this endless search for approval
Try asking for help
Stop seeking directions
Show the way
Don’t ask permission
No-one will understand you
Forget changing who you are
Become who you are
Don’t doubt yourself
Be yourself
Make your peace, say your piece
Who exists
Who does not borrow the space
In which they stand?
Have you worked it out yet?
Water, air and windows!
All dreams succeed
Because every dream
Is a success.