Your writing is
a finger print
of your soul,
would you agree?
Maja S. Todorovic
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Your writing is
a finger print
of your soul,
would you agree?
Maja S. Todorovic
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Come closer, look at the mirror.
I want you to see beyond those freckles
on your face, those little wrinkles around your eyes,
that grey hair above your left ear,
beyond those curvy heaps and shrunk shoulders.
You are beauty in all its appearances, shapes and forms.
You are light and love.
You are here to accept and give tremendous gift
of your pure divine, sensual, imperfect and unique
self.
Be you and the world seduced with the fragrance
of your truth will crawl under your feet.
Maja S. Todorovic
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You are warrior of kindness.
Your courage is your sword and
persistence is your shield.
You bravely walk through life
and with owl-like wise eyes
you observe and admire the world.
Embrace this wisdom:
don’t be afraid to spread the wings
of your own powerful potential.
Maja S. Todorovic
If only I could be a river
a river that goes, flows to the mouth of giant
whale, joining other watery hands to handshake in
the rhythm of waves, rejoicing drop by drop in the
eternity of an ocean;
If only I could be a wind, that carries my breath
collides white clouds, like a spider’s net catches every word
has the strengths to rearrange desserts
and knows how to surrender
in the eye of storm;
If only I could be a tree,
a tree that knows its place under the sun,
how to befriend soil and welcome rain
a tree that accepts its roots – broken sinews
too tired to grow:
I would congratulate myself,
I would sing the song only I hear,
I would visit places only I knew exist
I would finally be who I am.
Maja S. Todorovic
Your writing is a silent messenger
of who you are.
Use it to accept, love and share
your true self,
because sky has an immense space
for another shining star, your star.
Don’t let that corner stay cold and unreached far,
trapped and forgotten in dark.
Maja S. Todorovic
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No bricks, wooden furniture
or your grandma’s china will make you safe.
You need to travel inside – deep and far,
place yet to find. Your silent breath
is your guide. Break that false imprisonment,
the need to hide. And you will find home
follow, wherever you are.
Maja S. Todorovic
Metal bird drums among the clouds,
regularly each morning like broken alarm clock.
Automated, she reached for the bruised pot
the one in which she would usually make coffee.
Instead, she just licks fresh water from her palm.
Warmed up, she searched for silk tights
and fake leather boots.
Instead, she leaves her coarse feet and ingrown
toenails to bloom.
Played in, deceiving softness of her bed
she replaces for ripened hard floor.
Faced to a nameless wall, disarmed void of things
she could finally swell into her own innocence.
Maja S. Todorovic
Reading not only satisfies your curiosity:
it enriches you inner world like
you lived 1000 lives before.
Maja S. Todorovic
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