sábado, 17 de diciembre de 2011

The Gift Of Life

The Gift of Life


A door is closed, within our conscience,
In place is a dialogue of total nonsense. 

The Source


My poetry airs,

what's inside of my heart.
The interlect's there,
I allow it to pass.

It cannot be dictated,
it cannot be forced.
Don't underestimate,
the power of source.

I am

 

 I’m not a Krishna,
and I’m not a Sheikh,
but I’m not a drifter,
I’m simply unique.