My Gurudev


I have nothing to give you
Nothing to add
What can I give you, that you don’t already have

I have nothing much to say
All songs have already been sung
early birds in the morning praise you with brilliance
each day the sun comes along

In my dreams I’d be a flower in the garland around your neck
There, close to your heart I could hear your breath
That sweet sound of life itself
might bring about a happy death.

Then throw the garland in the river
Let me flow along the stream
Until the river meets the ocean
And there’s no One left to dream.

Written by Ulla Bernholdt
on 29th March 2019

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