Minculescu Florin Dragos

Your thoughts are mirroring you, But you are a thought that's mirroring Who? They say that you are the greatest of all. These icons are made for yourself. But you, yourself is the icon of

She came unannounced And we didn't know whom she wanted. We feel it, didn't see it, But we could say: – She's here! She's even in our dreams, She's everywhere, Every life's beginning,

A patch of dirt breathes and sweats, It's in the throes of childbirth. It gives up to itself to become, Out of itself a snowdrop rises. The patch of dirt is filled with wonder. So much

I've turned myself to touch The Self, Madly wanting to make It mine. Oh, that silly was the me! But deep within I've found a Child, Fatherless and Motherless it was The Child. I've searched

This little angel is sitting in a room of glass It doesn't fly, It doesn't know it can. This little candle is sitting next to angel's room It doesn't burn, It doesn't know it can. This

All that's left of yesterdays is today.

What does it mean for thy will be done? Cause it seems to the me that done is already ! Even when will of the me is drifting away from thy' s will, That is already included in the done of the

A palm of the earth .., it becomes a blade of grass and because the sun gives it so much light, heat and food, it longs to sit next to it or hold it and for that it climbs, climbs as much as