Knocks on the Door of the Hearts

 

 

 

When the knocker knocks on the door of the hearts,

 

 

 

our intuition knows to whom this sound belongs.

 

 

 

You can hear his voice in the sea roar,

 

 

 

as it simulates the quintessential music of the primal universe.

 

 

 

The music that constitutes the basic core of the fabric of the unified universe,

 

 

 

when it resonates in the depths of our emotional existence.

 

 

 

When the knocker knocks on the door of the hearts,

 

 

 

our intuition knows to whom this sound belongs.

 

 

 

You can hear his voice in the scent of the flowers of the dreamy summer nights,

 

 

 

when the flowers hang in meekness and placidity over the walls of old villas.

 

 

 

The walls of the villas that are colored in the sad colors of the passing of the years.

 

 

 

When the knocker knocks on the door of the hearts,

 

 

 

our intuition knows to whom this sound belongs.

 

 

 

You can hear his voice in the gentle kiss of a mother as she kisses her child's head,

 

 

 

when she casts in her child's heart the pulse of motherliness that flows in her veins,

 

 

 

whereupon her child can grow on the whisper of her overflowing affection.

 

 

 

When the knocker knocks on the door of the hearts,

 

 

 

our intuition knows to whom this sound belongs.

 

 

 

You can hear his voice in the bright daylight on the faraway horizon.

 

 

 

The faraway horizon that accommodates the long-awaited dreams of the years,

 

 

 

whenever we stretch our hands and call upon them.

 

 

 

When the knocker knocks on the door of the hearts,

 

 

 

our intuition knows to whom this sound belongs.

 

 

 

You can hear his voice in the tears of the winter when it sheds its tears through the eyes of its merciful clouds.

 

 

 

The tears of the sympathetic winter,

 

 

 

that always shows empathy towards the leaves of a lonely tree grows in a barren desert.

 

 

 

The lonely tree that grows only on the tears of the merciful, compassionate knocker.

 

 

 

When the knocker knocks on the door of the hearts,

 

 

 

our intuition knows to whom this sound belongs.

 

 

 

It is true that we went astray and injured,

 

 

 

and lost our identities and hopes,

 

 

 

but despite the loss, our souls are still digging a tunnel for our return to the origin of that voice.