The lotuses lay half submerged in water
The place where the morning whistles thousands of little birds
Floating quietly in the morning sun
The hot sun sang the sound of crickets
Lake without the rustle of water
The depths are immeasurable
The basis is stored a million aquatic animals
From her womb gave birth to love
Love that gives without stopping
Love that continues to flow without ripple and noise
Love that binds to death
Beautiful love all day long
Y. Amor lotus lake became a witness
Lake of life of the little people
The lake of Divine care for those who are marginalized
The lake of love between me and others
Paparao village does not know relocation
Paparao, the residential village of the indigenous people
Paparao, a quiet village with no electricity
Paparao, a stopover for Carmelite missions
Ino Sigsze, O.Carm - Maumere, July 12, 2012
