feather of love

To every inhabitant of our so beautiful Earth,

I would want to be able to offer the most beautiful feather,

To read every day, written by sweet hands, 

The most beautiful messages of peace and love.



Each is free of his choices.

Self service at first for oneself, and profit completely of the life.

Or dedicate at first his life for the service of others.

But get free of any consideration of other one cannot be enough for the plenitude of a life.

And the simple alignment behind a single man,

Or in a universal and dominant dependence,

Cannot be collective success.



These all little things which emerge and the diversity of the gift of self,

Make the elegance of a life, the elegance of a civilization.

Pushed at first by a feather of love and freedom.



With a desire to be and not to appear.

A desire of life and freedom, in truth and in love.

An infinite desire of love.

Translation of the article "Plume d' amour" written on September 16th, 2017 on the site of the Blog of Malicorne

http://malicorne.over-blog.com/plume-d-amour