I want to be a dandelion….
I want to be a dandelion,
To flow where the breeze takes me.
To leave behind everything and start a new life,
To fly high and make true my dreams.
To talk with birds, to sing with trees.
To dance with shrubs, throughout my journey.
To tell the evening's wind to spread the blooming jasmine's fragrance,
To let the world breathe the essence of my love.
It is not easy as it seems,
To travel through happy isles and lands of deep sorrows.
I take with myself messages of deepest desires,
Passing through the woods, I realize, I have a purpose.
The very happiest person on earth is the one, who's blown the dandelion and watched it soar in the sky, unbounded, like her thoughts.
Nothing ever is more beautiful,
Than the moment of your presence in watching it take your message, to the almighty, maybe.
Away from greed and as selfless,
Without any desire, without any destination,
Not rich nor powerful,
Full of graceful bliss,
Is the dandelion flying....