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    The Dreamer: Poems of Fubbi
    The Dreamer: Poems of Fubbi
    The Dreamer: Poems of Fubbi
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    The Dreamer: Poems of Fubbi

    By Modeste Herlic

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    How to define Soul?
    To what extent are soul, body, and spirit connected?
    Can the universe be contained in a drop of water or a grain of sand?
    Fubbi, a mystic poet, was obsessed with these questions until he dreamed and saw what the mind cannot explain.

    The Dreamer is a collection of poetry and prose about finding inner peace, courage to be, wisdom and joy.
    Together with Fubbi, you dive into the relationship between body and soul.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherInner World
    Release dateJan 13, 2024
    ISBN9791222496252
    The Dreamer: Poems of Fubbi

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      The Dreamer - Modeste Herlic

      Courage

      Live the present moment

      for the days are uncertain

      and your life will not last forever

      Be yourself today and now

      and do what makes you happy

      Be not burdened by the glares of others

      Your back is so soft, so delicate

      Be strong

      Hold your head high

      and ignore the envious

      Every night

      I go to my window

      and plant seeds

      of smiles in the bowl

      I have a great love

      for the nightingale

      Every morning

      o sweet bird!

      Every morning

      your song is bliss

      your whistle is poetry

      Fortune knocks at your door

      and you refuse to open it

      That is nonsense!

      It is stupidity on your part

      if you do not want to accept

      that life is beautiful

      and that everything is possible

      Yesterday I dreamed

      that I was the wind

      filling the world

      Everywhere I went

      At every party I danced

      In every corner I slept

      I saw men crying

      I saw men partying

      I walked by them

      and danced with them

      in the downfall and the merriment

      With my golden lute

      I sang to the world:

      "o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om

      o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om

      how wonderful it is to hear the universe

      how infinite is this rejoicing"

      The people forgot their sorrow

      They danced and hummed

      My melody became their feast

      Roses grew in their gardens

      And we all sang:

      "o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om

      o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om

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