An everlasting love affair with the forest.

Remembering my child self, perfectly at peace,

feeling at home with a chill in the air and the scent of pine trees.

No city in sight.

Only the stars for light until morning emerges from the night.

Wrapped in a scarf with a jacket wrapped around tight.

Life's weights lifted as the trees kiss the sky.

Don't hate the man
for being black
No he doesn't steal.
Like you,
he works
day or night
to provide himself a meal.

Don't hate the man
for being white
He's just nice as you.
He has his job
and has his friends
to whom he remains so true.

Don't hate the man
for being Muslim
and is praying
to his God.
For he does no harm
to anybody,
and isn't at all bad.

Don't hate the man
for being Christian
and is attending
their mass.
He's being thankful
of whatever he's had
and of
whatever he still has.

Don't mock the man
who lost his leg
and could
not run as fast.
For he still has
his heart as whole
who is capable to love.

Don't hate the man
Don't hate the girl
or anyone you see.
For everyone
desires to be loved
even you and me

Breathe.
Let the air flow.
Take in the calm around you
as greenery takes in sunshine.
Cool your nerves
and listen to your beautiful heartbeat.
Stretch out your sinuous limbs
and ease the tension
not only in your body,
but in your mind as well.
Let go of all your troubles
but for a simple minute.
Meditate on what you believe
and let your inner lifelines flow
to create a beautifully conglomerated soul
healed of all wounds past.
Leave yourself be for just a moment;
it makes all the difference in the world.

You know that saying?
"the only person you can truly rely on
and trust is yourself"
what about when you can't trust yourself?
when your mind deceives you
when you do the unpredictable
when you shock yourself and think
am I really that person?

Does that make you
more alone than being alone?
if loneliness is a feeling of being alone
but you don't have to be alone
to feel lonely
and you can be by yourself
but not feel loneliness at all
then humour me this

If I am by myself and I feel lonely
but I don't know myself tonight
and I don't trust my own presence
I don't feel comfortable at all
in my own company
so I don't have myself to rely on
because I myself, am not myself
am I more than alone?

Am I actually nothing now?
am I here at all?
do the thoughts I'm thinking
belong to somebody else?
do I now have to search the mind
of this man that I do not know
to find clues and remnants
of the person that once filled this body?
am I lost forever?