Every morning me...
Just after having my tea
...is back on my roof,
With my new book,
as an excuse,
But I'm back to my work...
My work -
         Of reading the stories written by the fog on the face of mountain,
        Of catching the momentary scrape on my body by the cool wind which won't come again,
        Of understanding the songs of birds,
     Of understanding the leaf's whispers to the buds,
           Of stealing the colors, & pleasant aroma from flower,
      Of listening the river's love hymns...
Every morning me...
Just after having my tea,
...is back to my work,
My work of collecting all these words of nature & composing new rhymes,
My work of giving these rhymes love's aroma & peace's color,
My work of being a title giver,
My work of being a nature lover!!!

I love this lonely forest way,
Here I don't get any fake hope of gay,
Or anyone to break my trust,
Here isn't anyone to tell me the worst,
But here I'm left alone in the lap of nature,
I love to talk to the young trees full of life,
& those elder ones who are quiet mature,
The pure wind giving me the positivity,
& taking away all my impurity,
The sacred river taking me to the peace,
Here all my anxieties & tensions I do  release,
Here is a blessing of evergreen greenery & happiness,
From here passes the way of liveliness...

The house draws cold
The soul seeps low
Where did my life just go
Like a snail from its shell
Like a butterfly from its cocoon
I am lifeless
Tried from nothing
My blood turns dry
My mind speaks lies
Tricking reality to believe fallacies
Never again
Rise again
No breath
No chance
I feel weightless
Outside my body but inside my mind
Trapped between realms
Blind by truth but have no alibis
Drink my words
Fill my soul
Don't worry my body will take the toll
Like a house on sand
It brings me down but-walls stay sound
Open doors let it in
This house draws the cold in
I come back down
****** back up
Wake in sweat
All alone
Loneliness is all that's known

In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the  history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation

Remember jumping
on your bed as a kid ?
Today I did just that
for a whole two minutes
and thirty two seconds
with all my thitrty-two years
Six foot two inches
hundred ninety-five pounds
of my awesome self
Felt really great
Brought back
a lot of fun memories
It is a must
Once in a blue moon
You must allow yourself
To feel like a child
all over again
Sit on a swing and try
To remember how fun it was
when you were a child
I pledge it’ll bring a
Smile to your face
We all go
through difficult
seasons under the sky
Nevertheless
if it’s meant to be
it’ll be
just let it be
Positively affirm yourself
feed yourself with joy
and goodness
and feel like a kid again