Love has no borders

The air has no borders.
The river has no borders.
The sea has no borders.
The cosmos has no borders.
The dream has no borders.

What good are these stone cairns,
Far beyond these mountains,
The rhythm of these waves,
The canopy of the jungle
If this river already has run these waters?
And it roam free as many fishes,
So much life, so much life ...
What represent these limits
If the air we breath
Transforms it into new
The lavish nature;
And my body feeds your life
And without it inevitably succumbs
And all life on earth expires
If it is the same for everyone?

There is only relevant or
What already existed.
What was not imposed
By greed or fear.
Why is invisible to many,
If some have envisioned?
(You May Say I am a dreamer,
But I am not the only one!) *
The only boundary is the limit
Between sanity and insanity;
Among the miracle of life
And the emptiness of death.
This anguish will be disadvantaged in hugs,
When white sails, colorful,
Sincere smiles and hope,
From the far reaches
Pointing on all sides
The horizon of this utopia pursued:
Love has no borders!
John Lenon*