What is the breeze that rocks the leaves
That shades the blades of grass beneath my feet
And swiftly shiver to-and-fro, from gusts of air which shoot without intent
But breathes on clouds, which race within the clear blue sky,
To win the race, where raindrops burst and thank the sun,
for rays and glows, which bring relief and light
and life, to trees, leaves, grass and sea, and me.
Round and round
And up and down
And in and out we go
Round and Round
And up and down
And side by side we go
Round and round
And round and round
......
The way to success
Is stony and full of thorns;
We’ve to bleed, for sure.
There's light everywhere;
Still, our hearts are full of murk;
We need light indeed.
The moment we do
Perceive that we’re imperfect,
We try to succeed.
We are born to experience before going to the final rest.
Consciousness to light. Walk down the cobbled path. Touch the
clouds. Witness the storm. Remember the building blocks
of life. Science, history, religion, philosophy and psychology.
They are all joined together.
Life's short time travel.
The struggle of conscious is normal.
It's a gift. Don't waste it.
Make good decisions so the earth won't count the cost.
What is love but a mutual exchange of selflessness for selfishness’ sake?
Selfishness is the coal that powers the steam engine
That makes our lives chug along the way they tend to do-
Not inherently evil as we have made it out to be.
What is love but that knowledge that maybe,
If he had asked me to,
I’d turn myself inside out for him?
Love is nothing but how much you’re willing to give in order to receive.
Because what is a relationship
But symbiotic capitalization? A reciprocated exploitation?
......
The more you envy,
The better will I become,
It sounds strange although.
No more will I make life freeze;
I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees.
Life is short; it is precious;
Life can't stand with things malicious.
Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I?
Soar with wings up in the sky?
Aye, I do love to dream;
Like the stars, I don't gleam,
But I will shine, shine, for sure;
The more will I shine, the more endure.
......
My heart's torn apart
Not by any, but by me,
The worst deceiver.