Maybe she is a butterfly among your garden of flowers, collecting nectar from the sweetness of your beautiful heart, maybe you’re not supposed to catch her because that would render her wings useless and prevent her from flying.
Maybe your purpose is to let her be free.

A flowers true beauty is revealed in the process of its blossoming, and so similar to this must our hearts be broken open so that we can unveil the depth of our truest love.

Our bodies are like incandescent light bulbs,
That spark of electricity, that spark of heat and energy that is generated to light us up from the inside is love.
In its absence there is no light and so the world around us becomes dull, sombre, and lightless.
Suddenly we become purposeless, since our purpose is to shine, to emit light.

In somber silence,
Im wandering through this world,
Through this life,
For i am nothing but a shadow with a body attached to it

There are flames powerful,
Burning deep within me,
At the core of my heart,
Equivalent to the fire,
Burning inside of a hearth.

My eyes became caves,
And from them sprung roaring waterfalls,
But the ever expanding deserts of my heart and of my soul where life once flourished could still never be sustained or nourished.

And so I told her, dear, push me away gently,
like a kid who loves his paper boat,
let me drift ahead alongside this pavement and I shall find my own course.

He was a butterfly,
Lost in the darkest of nights,
But he came upon a light,
Shining from distance,
And in his rush he was quickly drawn to her,
And the closer he got,
The more gorgeous,
The more beautiful she became,
But even that light disappeared,
For the moment he touched her,
He got burned, fluttering through air,
He fell and died.

So love similar to the butterfly and the light,
We hope that it might be something.
We rush ahead with such excitement, drawn to something with a deep affection.
But each one is tempted by their own desires, they get lured away and enticed.
Giving it our all, the magic, beauty, the moments, what is that light, what is that flame and glow.
What is it that we want so much, forgetting it’s power to burn, to ****, to literally set you on fire..

What is this thing that we are holding in our hands, this creation, put a finger on a small screen, is this how we get in "touch" with the world..or is this how we lose touch with it, lose touch with reality, the nature of life, the actual social activities, the talking, the conversations, no..really getting in contact, face to face, not Facebook to Facebook, go out, feel the air, listen to the wind, the rustling of the leaves, run barefoot on the grass, connect with the earth, feel it moving, breathing, listen to the waves and the fluctuation of the seas, to hell with artificial lights, go outside and feel the sun that nourishes you with nothing but health, lay awake in the night and gaze upon the beautiful stars, shining, glimmering across the sky, feel the rain drops hitting the earth, the smell of wet dirt, recognize the beauty of the snowflakes as they gently expand and gather upon one another, admire the beauty of the regrowing plants in the spring, become one with the universe, this is not who we are, this is not where we belong, everything has become artificial, cold, rigid, dark, sad, we are told how to live, how to talk, how to walk, how to die, where is the freedom..my home is out there.

What do you know bout my life,
How do you know what it's like,
To know that nobody cares bout you,
Nobody kind, nobody like,
But no buddy I'm like nobody,
So i nobely write, they said no to me,
But know this one day every note’ll be noticed,
And for every word a Nobel prize..

Enjoy the minutes, the hours, the days,
Enjoy it with our families,
And the friends we make,
Enjoy the seasons, the snow and the rain,
The flowers blooming in spring,
And the hot summer days,
Ejoy the nights under the stars,
The moon and the space,
Enjoy it with your soul mate,
With whomever you love,
Because love is the way,
Enjoy the mornings,
To hell with the stress of getting to work late,
To hell with technology and the internet i say,
I might be gone tomorrow,
No more sorrow and pain,
To hell with staying home,
Im going out today,
To hell with all the worrying,
And all my past mistakes,
To hell with the future,
To hell with the anxiety,
And feeling of being useless and fake,
To hell with what people think of me,
To hell with the hate,
No more thinking,
I will live my life the way i want,
And that is my own way.

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”.

She was the beautiful sea that i always gazed upon, through the days and nights, ever moving, fluctuating, and me I was just a cliff on the coast, gradually destroyed and eroded by her heavy waves, constantly clashing against me.

You are The Sun,
The moon and my stars,
In this vast universe,
Illuminating the darkness,
A gorgeous mural, the purest of art,
The flower that has deeply rooted in my heart, created a garden and purified all of my parts, the beautiful tunes of the music,
Soon as it starts, soon as it’s caught,
Fuel to the spark, the fire that keeps growing, at no time in the present or the future it stops, the food when I starve, to whom should I go, when I feel down and gloomy in thoughts, in this world I’m lost, you be my compass.