The Lake

There was a lake.

On the lake swam a swan.

I was naked.

The mountains stand around me,

surronding the lake.

They were here for protection.

My legs went into the water.

It was cold.

It was gold.

I felt that as I entered the water,

I was becoming gold.

I was becoming water.

And I sank into it,

dived into it,

this lake of emotions and feelings.

I let it become me,

and I let it sing for me.

Sing the song of death and life.

Sing with the voice of the mother

that created the universe.

the voice that made us as we are

beings of light.

……………………….

Il y avait un lac.

Sur le lac nageait un cigne.

J’étais nue.

Les montagnes m’entouraient.

Elles étaient là pour me protéger.

Mes jambes rentrèrent dans l’eau,

c’était froid,

c’était de l’or.

Je sentis qu’alors que j’entrais dans l’eau,

je devenais or,

je devenais eau.

Je me noyais dedans.

Je plongeais

dans ce lac d’émotions et de sentiments.

Je le laissais devenir moi.

Je le laissais chanter pour moi.

Chanter la chansons des morts et des vivants.

Chanter avec la voix de la Mère

qui créas l’univers.

La voix qui nous fit ce que nous sommes

êtres de lumière.

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