Lying in bed, I shift my vehicle
into new day. A day that is blessed
by rising sun.

Feet become wheels, spinning in dance gracefully.
Skin is cleansed in carwash-like shower
that tickles to birth smile.

Moments captured in suns rays vibrate,
as gyrating beams flicker
and penetrate cells.

Air infused intentions
rise in thoughts expanding
to merge with gas-like breath.

Blessings surface, as guidance
from navigational system of heart
purrs, gracefully.
  
Brum, ***! echoes,
merging with days landscape,
as dance commences.

Brum, ***! fills air
as compassion toward others
becomes goal.
      
In instant, hands folded
on steering wheel of prayer
anchor, as gratitude fills thoughts.

As wind pervades senses
and birds sing on welcome mat
of ears woven by hair.

The day has begun in celebration,
while cruse controlled movements
connect to surroundings.

While alignment is made
to source as freedom bell rings
inside waking hours.

I’m blessed, ready to shift gears
inside unlimited possibilities
on highway of life.

Blessed to rondevu with light  
for peace, while fuel of love energies
congeal with purpose.

Purpose to make the best
of the gift of life given
in a vehicle anointed by God.

I remember when I was a child I disliked reading books , mostly all of them . They all had a specific ending it could be happy or sad and sometimes something in between. Somehow  I knew that I could never read the words writen in my heart by someone elses pen  so unknowingly I started writing. I started writing as what a normal child would have to, when he starts to dream and imagine about all the things that one wants and desires and everything one knows he could be. I started writing in the blank page of life . I wrote my desires my ideals my character my adventures and everything else I thought I needed my life to be about. Pages full of happines, memories , mistakes and terrible regrets. All my darkest desires ,darkest secrets my best and worst qualities. Since I was a child the only thing I didn't give importance was time , time was passing fast right before my eyes into the words I was writing on that blank page . I never stood still to realise that until now .  My life was turning into my worst nightmare filled only with paranoia and fears. I never realised that getting so hooked into what you want life to be and what it actually is would turn my reality upside down and realised I was living in a lie that I was writing . As I was stading alone in the dark yesterday I woke up . The page I started to write since I was a child run out of all empty spaces , I dont know how old I was back than but now I'm 21 and the worst thing is that I realised that I'm one of those humans helplessly stupid and I've wasted so much time rewriting and correcting on that blank page everything that I thought was wrong and now my blank page looked like the messy adventurous confusion I wanted my life to be. Today I woke up and I  had a new page to write on and I've only writed four sentences  the only four sentences I decided to keep as a treasure from my life
as far as today.
To desire is to dream
To dream is to want
to want is to do
And to do is to live.

What does it mean to be truly living
Is it just by merely breathing
There should be more to it than just surviving

There must be a purpose to this life
Every creature must have a reason for its creation
There ought to be a question to which I'm a solution
My first question gotta be to find THE question

No question, no answer
No answer, no success
No success, no fulfillment
No fulfillment, no living!

To those who have all gone before
what did they have each to explore?
but their own existence in a world
from which all of life had unfurled.

Many lived and died for some cause
but so many others only had a pause
of living just for themselves it seems
not able to realise any good dreams.

By fear and doubt they were so caught
within their mind no light they sought.
Always watching that changing show
going on about them outside to flow.

They didn't attempt to find the source
from where things had come of course.
And thinking that there wasn't a power
which all things in creation did shower.

They doubted the existence of a Being
so awesome which their eyes not seeing
caused them to disbelieve all those who
had witnessed that evidence to be true.

There have also been many others as well
who went against what conscience did tell
to do the right thing whenever they could
and to their fellow human beings do good.

This would only just start a chain reaction
and seem to be for each one's satisfaction.
But this was all really their main delusion
by which they were caught in an illusion.

The origin and underlying purpose of it all
has a very different reason one may recall.
It's by drowning in the Ocean of True Being
one can rise above the illusion of not seeing.
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