A Vase of Flowers From Ancient Times

Vase With Flowers On the Window, by Paul Gauguin

I meditate in the early dawn.

I have no work, no plans, no alarm clocks.

I write in my diary for no reason.

Every day is fresh, like in a childhood´s morning.

Every day is new, like in the morning of creation.

In my innermost there is a creative emptiness,

In that emptiness there is a golden light.

And from that light my thoughts are flowering.

I write them down in my diary.

They are poems, they are the colors of my life.

They are a vase of flowers from ancient times.

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From the blog category: My Poems