Textkunst von Suta Wanji

My inner cry unheard... I cry to self-create inner joy.
Looking at the dead dreams of yesterday... I try to let visions of hope grow for today.
My countless frustrations lead to expectations.. I know as long as they are around there will be no hope for inner peace.
While I am bathing in the cry of my heart and soul I look for the eternal balm for them.
For this is life and the morning will appear once again.
I know this day is perfect and my hope carries me to the rainbow where the creator`s breath makes me shiver even on the warmest day as his love is trailing along my soul.

suta wanji - 06 / 2013