People's souls
When they are open and vulnerable,
Are like magical bridges.
Each day
We hop through them
Without even understanding
We touch the abundance of neurons.
Oh people!
Your latitude and longitude
Are within your
Sensitive hearts.
Each time we cross the border
And get a visa to 'see' each other,
Really see,
We go beyond the usual,
We cross busy intersections,
We dance like bonfires
In the autumn.
People's souls
Are like bridges
Built by the Nature and History,
But never by chance.
