There is life..
And then there this life that is shaped by our thoughts and the way we think, hampered and held in snared, manipulated and played with by our own imagination.

In The Middle East women are getting rocked, Here women are getting rocked as well, but with diamonds, precious stones and pearls.

And so I sit and look into that tiny little flame,
And I see myself, because in this world I feel like that candle, surrounded only by darkness,
Alone, flickering, struggling to stay alive.

My mother is planet earth and I am the little seed of flower planted within her.
She is the dirt that keeps me growing and the soil that nourishes me with health. With the strength of her arms, she pushes me out of the darkness and into the light. She is constantly guiding me towards my destination, and thus helping me as I come into full bloom. As I enter the universe, I am reminded that she is both my light and my darkness.

Love is like water, you can not grasp hold of it,
By that I mean you can not control it or be in command of it.
You can only move and flow with it, whatever depth, you dive.
Whichever way it streams, let it take you.

Everybody is trying to conquer the world outside, but who has really conquered the world within, there are dimensions deep inside, universes, galaxies unexplored and unheard of, become an astronomer, a scientist of your own body, of your own mind, of your own spirit,
For it is there the real truth lies.

How do we ever feel free,
When we live inside boxes that are inside other boxes, my thoughts are inside of a box, my heart beats inside of a box, my soul exist within, yes inside of this ****** box, I am manipulated by a box in the corner of a room, constantly telling me what to believe is real, I am in "touch" with the world through a box in my hand, my home, my apartmant is a box, and as we were born inside of a box, "the womb", well so shall we be buried inside of a box, “the coffin”.