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My very first poems in English

   

 

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Spiritual Garden

 

A poem comes from the heart of

invisible

chart.

 

It`s coming, through

euphoric

feeling.

 

May ask not any skill,

just

little bit time

to spill.

 

Spilling time around,

once

in a while,

so there is a beautiful

poem to be

found.

 

Forget not, to listen intuitive

knock.

 

That leads through the field of spiritual

flowers.

 

Smelling like perfuming

hours.

  

After spending earthly

time,

seeing movies of your

own life.

 

Liking or hating, you already made it.

 

Flowers,

after earthly times...

 

A bunch of those asking nothing,

just

spreading

being of soul-taking.

  

Suddenly time disappears,

you might

find

touching tears.

 

Life`s undertaking, fake mind

breaking.

 

You have come to home, transforming

a soul.

 

So it`s time to spill, time

to

your fulfill.

 

By Marena Tiaskorpi-Mattila 8/2018

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God

 

God

I am listening, please tell me

your meaning.

 

Uplift me into the heaven, where

you live.

 

Heaven with blooming meadows and golden

sunflowers.

 

Flowers greeting us in the home of heavenly father,

spiritual organizer.

 

God

I am listening, please tell me

your meaning.

 

Speak to me opening my entity.

  

I am that I am.

 

You are who you think and speak to be

and how you feel.

 

Take a deep look at this moment

of thoughts.  

Listen to your words.

  

How those are spelled to the life`s walls?

 

Reality of a way of manifesting me,

using my energy.

 

I am a Creator as shall you all are,

you know that

or not.

 

Pay attention of course of times, knowing always

my creative mind.

 

You will know that you reap what you sow,

that`s written in

your soul.

 

That`s how my meaning hereby goes,

now you know.

 

I did take a sunflower with me 

during my visiting,

in the home of heavenly father, spiritual

organizer.

 

A flower is still with me shining and guiding

on the road of eternity.

 

 

By Marena Tiaskorpi-Mattila 12/2018

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