OPENNESS COMPASSION DEMOKRACY
OM MANI PADME HUM
Tears of Aphrodite
Here In my secret garden of dreams
I can hear the mother of Budda weeping.
She cries, the tears of Aphrodite
The pain leaves her defensless and full of fear.
But I know the tears will help her and grow and heal
Thankfully she embraces the approach of tranquility
And the process of healing is beginning
She remebers the beginning of time
The moment when the moon was in love with the sun
The milkyway was born.
The moment when Budda reached out for the beautiful Gaia
If you listen carfully to the breeze you can hear her name
© Tindra-Annette Broström Feel free to use my text
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