What was told the cypress that made it strong and straight
Time will tend your spirit, my child, in depth you will grow
Many miles of my strength, be your armor as life takes you on brittle ways
I wish you a warriors gait, and a lover’s ache
Deep bamboo roots, wrapped in the tenderness of my belief
What was told the cypress that it made it strong and straight
All my breaths are intertwined, with habitual cacophony of my prayers
Sometimes tattered, often healed, nostalgic remains of my womb
Many miles of my strength, be your armor as life takes you on brittle ways
These days, my eyes seem ever flushed with tears, afraid?
Not missing you my children, but gasping at my potent dreams
What was told the cypress that it made it strong and straight
I wake slow, often letting my dreams go astray
Dreams that lurk around your frolicking smiles, spinning voices
Many miles of my strength, be your armor as life takes you on brittle ways
You, my child stay blessed with all fragrant landscapes
Sweet may always be, the congregation of memories in your home
What was told the cypress that it made it strong and straight
Many miles of my strength, be your armor as life takes you on brittle ways
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borrowed from Rumi – What was told the cypress that it made it strong and straight
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