Some flowers for you
To make you bloom,
Bring you peace,
Make you think of me.
Let it be serenity.
A garden where you can be free,
Grow with love,
Sprinkled by joy.
Let it be nirvana.
A place where there's no trauma,
To concentrate on the good,
Where feelings can be savoured.
Think of my flowers
When times are hard.
They're strong and prospered
Just like your heart.

Peace…
Of the mind? Fleeting
Of the soul? Escaping
Of the body? Gripping
Gripping my mind as I ask the question, from the many selections, of my deep inception, of a past recollection, of…
Peace
Is it here now?
Was it there then?
Was it but a whisper in the storms of my mind, reflecting through the ages of mankind?
To when peace…was always in line.
I ask these questions
Not to find an answer, or mold your mind into thinking of the divine
For there is no time, there is no space, there is no chance that you can replace this feeling of…my mind
I ask for peace, not for a solution, but to remind you
Remind you that there is, despite what you see, despite what you hear
Despite what you bare every day while you take care
That there is, somehow…somewhere
That notion of peace?
No…
But fear

It’s happiness I crave.
The strange euphoria from dancing in a rage.
The beauty in a books single page.

     How can one not be enthralled with the simplicity of everyday things?
     How can people glance over the beauty of life’s calmness?

It’s the happiness I crave.
When I see an old couple hold hands,
Or when I drive across the land.

   The peace and serenity of life.
   The happiness from the little things
This is what I crave.

When your soul is old and heart is bold,
Your steps unfold that the life is gold;

When you know - the time is now
Upset your soul you don't allow.

You comprehend- what you map
Might be short like a clap

You forgive and still believe
For what comes is the best to live.

When your soul is old, your words propose
The truth, you know, your wisdom withhold

You feel that saying "No"
Is not a sin but love's Hello;

Your heart's wisper you hear
That for others might appear not clear.

You prefer listen to talk
Since you know how to walk

When your soul is old, your misteries foretold
The importance of love in your road

Inner love you lavish
So it doesn't perish.

Gracefully your steps are made-
Your heart will never fade,

For your main goal
Is to rid your self of a patrol.

When your soul is old and with trees you bond
You hear them say "you're beloved!"

You meet each soul with great
Gratitude innate

For those who stay -Will embrace your ray
Those who leave-You never grieve.

-Aloha-

When man meets nature,

It reminded me of how you met me...