Naked, I witness the purity
Of the wind, of the water and of the life around me.
In nudity lies my innocence
And a sense of belonging…
I look forward to swim in the river gushing before me.
Air is but plenty.
My lungs feel the pain…
Yet everything is tuned and feels just so right.
The cold touch of the splashing liquid is inviting
My feet are being tickled by the little insignificant stones
My arms are waiting to swim against the flow.
I know it’s unnecessary.
The land left behind is past and the flow of the river is all I know.
There’s a deep, warm glow inside me… I recognize love.
I love the things worth loving.
I love the Spirit and its various forms.
Make me yours, I’m still a virgin.
Of the wind, of the water and of the life around me.
In nudity lies my innocence
And a sense of belonging…
I look forward to swim in the river gushing before me.
Air is but plenty.
My lungs feel the pain…
Yet everything is tuned and feels just so right.
The cold touch of the splashing liquid is inviting
My feet are being tickled by the little insignificant stones
My arms are waiting to swim against the flow.
I know it’s unnecessary.
The land left behind is past and the flow of the river is all I know.
There’s a deep, warm glow inside me… I recognize love.
I love the things worth loving.
I love the Spirit and its various forms.
Make me yours, I’m still a virgin.
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