There is a dream motel
where lights are always on.
The door is open and
we drop in one by one.
In rooms we can explore
the silver moon and the golden sun
frame our souls
laying their rays on the floor.
Right now the inner light
is rising.
We can‘t ignore our disguise.
And modestly we have to admit
this inner place isn‘t built
for us alone.
I hear the call of the outside world.
Look deep inside where everything
is written, breathing air and
thinking that anything
could be a copy of
paradise.
We follow the light
which leads us to the feeling
of our core, of others
and till we don’t decide
to connect, we’ll
live two different lives
within ourselves.
Illustration by Galya Popova
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