All people are children when they sleep.
there’s no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them…
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees would drift in.
— God, teach me the language of sleep.
Rolf Jacobsen
Text and image source: Jana Eid https://www.facebook.com/jana.eid
Wonderful Words you shared from Purplerays quote my friend..