All birds fly towards the north
When the weather goes to be hot
And fly towards the south
When the cold spreads the wings
And destroys all nests

Except my birds
They fly towards your heart
Asking, screaming and shouting
You are the worst spy
When they meet your birds
They sing a deathless song
Making every poor land converted to be kind
And the loosing mind returning his mind
The old trunk gets strong
Branches covering with colored and smart
Roses

The bees put their honey
Making me taste it as your honey
Love, that makes me in happy
All the world gets funny
And the birds dance with harmony
The fishes swim in circles
Making the water spreads atoms
All over the world, that makes the flies tends
Once the left and the right at once

The important my birds get wide
Not distance, but from my sight
And I will whisper at your beauty ear
I hate my birds as they go to yours
That is obvious for all viewers
But I wish to be with them by yours

Every woman, Every man
Makes a difference

How?
Ego, move aside!
Open Heart!
Allow understanding!

Oh,  my heart!  
Oh, the knowledge
Empowers my choice.
Doors of Creation
Swing Wide.

Yes, what a surprise!
More love!
More forgiveness!
Peace that welcomes sleep
And eagerness for the new day.
Harmony. Balance. Freedom!

I found my
I am!

We are the gleam of invinite,
the breath of light,
the spark of life,
the chain of being,
the circle of the spheres,
the scale of creation,
the rise and fall.
We are what we are
and we are not.
We are the soul in all.

Sitting underneath a palmtree.
Its shadows creating a piece of art on the gloomy obscure grey street tiles in front of me.
As the wind flows the portrait of leaves is flowing with it in harmony.
It is dancing to its favorite tune.
A tune especially made for this moment. A tune of mother nature at its purest. A tune I can listen to forever.

Innocuous wishes shape the magic of my prayer, raising hands to absolute ordeals. Flooded thirst climbs high to nirvana rattling. Cross of prayers vanish the ethereal evanescence of human comprehension. No living being can detect the nest of my secluded harmony, nor Gods of any faith can kiss with their perception the soft outrage of blooming spirits that dwell inside my treasured charm.

A shudder of emotions pass through every fiber of me
As she passes by me with a benign smile, I enjoyed it as if it fed my soul.
The warm tone of your words in perfect harmony with your voice spoke of a love that would never die. I like you too **** much. Thought I'll always be in a good space with you. Not talking to you makes me uneasy, mismatched breaths as I whispered to the moon "I love you, still".