The choice to be is not an easy one,
though as for living, there is no
forgetting, as waves roll on and on
so is the air I breathe, in and out,
so is the being of the Soul, and yes,
it is for free, no choice has to be made,
you are the One, the only One,
to read and be as morning Sun.
Poetry In Motion
Power Of Flow
WombEnclosed I roam from star to star, I travel endlessly, I whisper and my breath unfolds behind me as a vale, a shooting star, a comet on its way and growing, growing with each lightyear passing by, O yes, there is much pleasure in this roaming , it is creation of a Master Plan and still this roaming is continuing, and when from time to time I reach the boundaries of my confinement, I feel a sudden shiver, as if some unseen hand is there to push me back, or could it be the vale behind that keeps on coming back, I wonder. So here I am, inside and out, no matter how the journey goes, there always will be worlds to enter and others then to leave behind, the roaming will continue , on and on, no ending, no beginning, so is the roaming in the Womb of Being, the cavern of His Master’s Plan.
Listen To The Music
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