"Physical matter is music solidified" – Pythagoras

You stand there with that rose in your hair
singing that small song in a big big way
your voice cracks and you stare at the air
while everyone else is thinking, No Way !

You once were a mouse with no door
and your voice was a tiny whimper
Today you sing as if your life is much more
than a mere complicated existence, its much simpler

Your stand there with that rose all askew
thinking your a femme fatale, and by the way,
who asked you ?

Scroll is back, or what I saw was kind of a hack,
I was sitting ready to pack.
Feeling kind of way, but I just wanted to check
Hoping everything was on track,
I keep my reaches on the stack,
wish everyone wonder and contentment.
I hope it revives back the old sentiment.

I'll wake up from my unreal dream to another unreality
I sleep from this place back to a different world
I pace from here and there
not understanding my destination is where
And it's been so many lifetimes
I have passed from different modes
Walked so many different roads
to attain my true self
Close my eyes and connect back
A little bit of true self help.

understanding is a precious gift
the unfolding of the divine plan

but love is all
and love lasts.

Am I making mistakes
or living my life,
Is it softness I feel
or sharp edged knives?

how is it that the difference
I just cannot perceive?
I sweep over the floor
believe good will preceed.
it's nice to be in present tense,
where future still don't exist
in my mind, it's a void hole.
Am I being a lot dense
or is it somehow
awakening in senses.

Is it looking bright, the sun
why do I feel I am looking at the life anew,
what changed, is it a dream sequence
or the perception
Looking at it from a different point of view.