osho
03-30-2013, 06:42 AM
The fount is yet not dry
Do not cry, humans
Perched between parched-minds and flowerbeds
Hope is not yet over
Bustle has not yet turned over
Knock down your biggie fetish
Level up unevenness
The stonehearted too can flower
Braking the rock hope can spring up
The sun is still shining to warm us
Seasons have not taken the opposite circuit
Your well of passion has not dried yet
Dew drops still are dripping
Your garden is not shutting out the spring
Poison is raining no doubt
But every season meets us with a pail of panacea too
We are not yet only heady heads
Still full of hearty hearts too
Do not cry, humans
Perched between parched-minds and flowerbeds
Hope is not yet over
Bustle has not yet turned over
Knock down your biggie fetish
Level up unevenness
The stonehearted too can flower
Braking the rock hope can spring up
The sun is still shining to warm us
Seasons have not taken the opposite circuit
Your well of passion has not dried yet
Dew drops still are dripping
Your garden is not shutting out the spring
Poison is raining no doubt
But every season meets us with a pail of panacea too
We are not yet only heady heads
Still full of hearty hearts too