Who wasn’t blind for this inner light?
Who wasn’t deaf for this inner sound?
Who wasn’t shackled for their false self?
Who wasn’t living in their own unrest?
Who?
And then I look into your eyes,
in them i see millions of stars,
silently saying we’re here for you,
silently singing your ode of joy,
gratefully dancing in the heartfelt corridor
from you to me.
Stoyan Svet