If only I wasn't such a freak then I could explore the world every day of the week.
being constantly stuck in this place I call home, I just sit and watch the other freaks roam.
all the normal people have someone to love, and I'm stuck here talking to the angels above.
maybe if I looked different I would get treated better, or pretty and famous then my fans would write me letters.
but normal is not absolutely in my inside, and I don't wanna act like something I don't define.
but it's okay to be different because different is better, whether it's pretty or not like an ugly sweater.
being a freak doesn't make you weak, being the same will always make you lame.
realize this cause this is who you are, and finding the truth isn't so far.

If i could write the world a song
it would start with a drop
all pray for it never to stop
the people would join in on the melody,
they would all belong
every word that was uttered would make you fall in love
no one would be waiting for heaven above

there would be no insecurity,
no violence,
no doubt

There would be nothing you were living without
it would make you start wanting to live for today
and let you get over the fears of yesterday

when the song would end the world would stop
it would no longer feel like a ticking clock
the birds would still sing
and the wind would still blow
why the song ended no one would know

but from that day on goodness would flow
through the wounds of the people, the world used to know
this song would show how its ok to fail
but if you keep on singing you'll surely prevail

so don't stop singing my wondrous song
because believe it or not you DO BELONG

If it takes a lifetime
One day I’ll know I’ll reach my goal
To soar high in the sky
With no limits,
I hope I don’t reach the sun
When I glide above the ocean shore

If it takes a lifetime
My hopes and dreams
Will go from fantasies to realities
Like magic from the skies
On rainy days in the end of May
The heavens will glow soon after the storm

If it takes my whole life
One day I’ll love myself
As much I love you
But even if it takes a lifetime
At least one day I’ll learn to soar

a giant once walked this land
gautama, the Buddha
a giant, if ever there was one

hearts this parched,
minds this feeble.
for such a tribe,
why did he walk
the walk?

he saw -
clear,
and loud

each of us
has the spark
to be -
the giant that he was.

The sweetest fragrance
What is it
Where is it
It is nothing
But the divine love
It is within us

This perfume of heavenly affection
Brings us closer every moment
The sensory aroma
Dwells in our beautiful hearts
Once we feel it with immense devotion
Surely we will find it with the speed of light

I poked my head outside
the temple door
scent of fading loquat blossoms
and damp wood reminds me
of nights in the forest

Green glades of the ashram
redolent with serenity and succor
infuse peace into our spirits
during  these stressful times

My hubby David
offers fresh plucked gardenias at
the goddess' altar  

Beautiful Shakti
pearls spilling, cascading
from the royal diadem
onto Her Divine brow
eyes glowing stars
pervade the candlelit atmosphere

David and I hold hands
as we leave the sanctuary
and orbit the blessed lake
sparkling with heavenly fish
We smile at each other
happy and content on the sacred shores
of Yoga Shakti Ma

Waking from the Dungeon of hypocrisy
Expecting a change of Perspective
Even though we've tested the hypothesis
But, to the Mentality of yesterday, we're still addictive

Banging on the doors of prosperity
Not sure of what to expect
Perplexed by the complexity of our uncertainty
We just obliviously prospect.

You see, it's hilarious how we camouflage our limitations
Often synchronize our ill and limited beliefs
Resisting the truths about life but expecting elevations
And we give ourselves enough reasons to grief.

We misinterpret the message
Which got us placed in an unexpected slot
Our own mind, we failed to envisage
And we often misunderstand the plot

Listen, it's never too ancient to embrace the difference
One way or the other, we're all victims
Like the plotter of the plot, we're expected to make sense
And it's now our responsibility to revise the system

Yes we must
We must make the difference we hope for
For in our hands, the next generation is entrust
So, we must be intentional about what we stand for.

YES WE MUST !!

Just because you failed yesterday
Doesn't mean you can't succeed tomorrow

Welcome to spring!
Season of love and liveliness
Occasion of novel beginnings
And opportunities

In this realm of joy
Trees charmingly give birth
To new baby leaves
Flowers blossom
Spreading their sweet aroma
In the air
Rainbow shows up with a smile
Romanticizing the earth

Butterflies exquisitely
Waver everywhere
Birds sing along
Building their nest
Fireflies appear
As Tinker Bells
Rabbits run around
With jubilation
Chipmunks dance
With gratification

This is the time
When nature writes
Its own poetry
In a beautiful form