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DIALOGUE by Milijana Božović

We often do not really want to hear experiences from other people because it moves us from our perfectly closed capsule…

We are often afraid of what changes could happen. This poem is called 'Dialogue' but there is just one voice speaking, the other is there but it does not say anything. The other just absently listens. I believe that listening, sympathy and understanding are needed in this world.

Dialogue

What if I tell you
that I inarm the Source
many, many times
while in sore impotence
it inaudibly asks me to
still be the part of a golden thread that
keeps our place breathing.

What if I tell you
that of my many eyes
just one is for me
while the others
float in my presence
to make from me a love nest,
to warm me enough for
transforming all the weeds into bursting buds.

What if I don't tell you
that I'll leave tomorrow
like many times
would you nevertheless
would you anywise
remember me formless
remember not knowing me
and say you should have
felt me clearer?
~


Milijana Božović: I am from Montenegro, Balkans, Southeast Europe. I am 23 years old. I've been writing since childhood, mainly poetry. It was and still is my way of writing a diary, through verses. In my opinion, it is important to have a way to channel one's own energy and one's vision of everything around, inside and beyond. I am interested in music, literature and translation. I sing and I play bass guitar a little. For now, I have one song recorded under the name Aera Barda. The song is Voice of Oneness (Moola mantra). I plan to learn to play guitar so I can present some of my verses in the way of singing, also. I believe in Love, Light and Peace.




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