The universe is, instant by instant, recreated anew.
Therefore there is in truth no past, only a memory of the past. Blink your eyes, and the world you see next did not exist when you closed them.
Therefore, the only appropriate state of the mind is surprise.
The only appropriate state of the heart is joy.
The sky you see now, you have never seen before.
The perfect moment is now.

Be glad of it.

Do you see it?
The cloud of  lilies and roses and freedom
Wrapped in silk of white and orange and green
Flying endlessly in eternity,
Above the silvery horizon
Down the wall of mountain fame
My country rises, a new child is born
A hope comes into being
A journey begins.
Amen

In the chasteness of seabirds,
i will rise,
i will break the mountains apart,
for i am what was
what is
and what will be
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
alive with closed eyes
to dash against darkness

A world of dew
And in every drop
A world of struggle

My words are not my expression but me.
My prose not my style but me.
I feel that the poetry world that I see
Is better than any world can be.
For it gives me joy, hope and faith
The idea that I can pierce through the
Conventional veils
And
Create a world of my own.
Is now possible and real just like my soul.
So grab a pen and
Tell the world, what you see.

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