Love

What do you give to your lover, dear human friend?

Do you give her flowers? Flowers show the beauty of nature, flowers are the messengers of life. Is it this how you give her your frozen moments in time?

Do you give her diamonds? Diamonds show the beauty of the earth, diamonds are the messengers of fortune. Is it this how you make her your lucky charm?

Do you give her words? Words show the beauty of your feelings, words are the messengers of your heart. Is it this how you show her your love?

Do you give her your dreams? Dreams show the beauty of time, dreams are the messengers of the future. Is it this how you share with her your desires?

Do you give her your soul? The soul shows the beauty of the eternity, the soul is a messenger of the Divinity. Is it this how you give her your life?

Mayflies don’t need flowers, mayflies don’t understand diamonds, mayflies have no words. For the mayflies time is a lucky dream. The soul of a mayfly is the soul of the swarm. It is his and everybody else at the same time. It is given and received back. In the mayflies’ world, there is only love and all desires are answered. In a mayflies’ world, the moment is the eternity.

Time and time again, the lost mayflies return to the heart of the swarm.