I hope you go where you wanted to go and find the peace and freedom you seek. . . The mind is meek. . . One speaks, . . so that all can conceive. . . . These are rough times where the paradox be. . . the separate-self finds others who are separate and share in that so called “wealth”. . . . Not you. . . . Not I. . . I remember the times. . and yet we are content alone. . . He and she had no archetype they just play the role of one when their vibrations were low. . . . He saw her like no other, . . . . Like the divine mother. . . . as if it was just him and her existing in this universe of contradiction and all it’s grandeurest moderation, they went against the currents and all that discourages transmigration. . . . I’ve watched you from a far and I miss every moment of it. . . Guess I wasn’t raised to be civic, . . We need no image just to help paint the image for others. . . We’re just here, . . and you take what you want from it. . . I hope your in peace and find your brothers and sisters like you always told me you wanted to do. . . Our duty, . . to express words and not take anything too seriously. . . I hope you’re happy together and can see how much you were loved. . . . Loved even by those who have never met you. . . Maybe one day we’ll see each other again. . . For in this life I will give everything I have, just for the purpose of giving. . . Our thoughts are like vehicles in the desert. . . We do not know where they came from or why, . . it just needs a discerning eye. . . . If you find yourself in the dark, I’ll send you light and love to help you find your way. . . Doves fly away above us, as we are bored of its reoccurrence. . . Is it strange that we seem content to others and yet our emotions are stuck by these under currents? . . Do not get lost by a person’s surface... . . .
Get lost with the wanderlust of their deepness. . . If I die, : please tell my children I’m still alive. . Speaking through a person. . Speaking through a poem. . Involved in their ‘knowing.’