I am nothing, yet I see myself in everything around me...
I am insignificant; compared to the all, yet the all cannot exist without me.
Be bold, be brave, go wherever the heart leads you.
How can we fear this which is ours?
Isn't it foolish to feel like foreigners in this wonderful journey that we are all a part of?
Why do we believe in things, instead of seeking only that, which is true?
Life is all that there is, experiences are the lessons we get from our master which is Life.
"Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, it can only be transferred by an external force."
Like a worm morphing into a butterfly, We will spread our wings and see existence from a plane much different from this one.
We are not the things we own, nor are we the jobs we do...we are much more.
Be strong...be brave, give love whenever possible.
Be fearless when chasing your dreams, be happy in the knowing the You, beyond the physical, has yet to reach it's journey's end.

autumn is now making us feel its presence
i am aware, time is of the essence
my moments with you are threatened
my moments with you hasten to end

treetops are dotted with yellow, red, green
dropping leaves of brown, orange and gold
to cover the grounds, now made softer
With those fallen leaves of autumn
winds would later hastily blow cold
Warmth now gone, content no longer there....
for,
in your sweet thoughts
i fear I might  be lost....
in your heart, the flames may die.
no longer there, your burning desires.

------------the days to come--------------
-------i will be amongst people, but------
---in that part of my mind, each moment---
-----i would spend in solitude, with you
------------but, this much i know-------------
-------you and me are just a dream------
-------you and me, we are worlds apart------
----------i don't have much choice------------
------------i would be there, BUT-------------
----------you would be nowhere near--------
---------we are blown different ways, like-------
-            ---------fallen leaves of autumn---------          

(...thoughts of us in autumn are getting into me.....)


           Sally
           Copyright 2013
          Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
              
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