…That day, in Vadstena, I found an answer to my doubts about going to America, thinking that it would only be for a short time. I was so wrong. The unknown was once again waiting for discovery.

Sometimes, I would leap

into the ocean of my desire.

Sometimes I would dive in the unknown fire.

Sometimes, I run to a wall

not able to see my goal,

blinded by my desire.

In love, in life, in light of the soul

I saw visions of my goal,

fading sometimes away.

My desire blossomed out

like a wild flower.

I reached to pick it.

As it flew away,

my soul flew in the sky

when sun was fading on the horizon.

With my desires I will make a garland

full of wild dreams

floating out on sea streams.

Tatjana Webster, St Petersburg

November 2017