Thought I was lost
For the longest time
Wandering the void
For this soul of mine

For a gift
A divine purpose
Given to me only
If I shatter this circus

If I see beyond
A blind realisation
A choked thought
Into full illumination

For the first time in a long time
Slipping out of the gap again
I'm alive when I find the ones
Who themselves't dreaden

Who deserve more than
Being in their element
Who can be more than
Self righteous sedement

Humility is my present
Not past, but future
My purpose again
To, in return nurture

To expect no more
Than to let them think
Of ash and a newborn
Fullfillment and the brink

For my heart I will
Send their regards
For as long as this
Presence embalms

Two lives
One dream
Four eyes
One sight
Two Tongues
One voice
Four legs
One stand
Two stomachs
One meal
Four claws
One foe
Two hearts
One beat
Four wings
One flight
Two birds
One love
Four directions
One destination.

Senses are the horses,
Objects of desire the roads...
Self rides in the chariot of the body,
With senses being unmanageable horses.

The impure is born again and again,
The pure reach eternity.

Above the senses,
Above the objects of desire,
Above mind intellect,
Above the manifested nature,
Above the unmanifested seed,
lies the GOD.
GOD is the goal; beyond him is nothing...

All about
Tomorrow
He has so much to tell

Flawless
She was to him
With the bliss of clarity
He endowed her
And started the story
Now
It's she
How it ends

We are story
It is all about
Me
You
And Us
Living with, what is

To those who
Judge
Your present

Never rush
Vibrate higher
Dream bigger

Have trust
On better
Future

And that's
Something
Different