Oh the wonders that come to mind
   the everlasting glory that is to exist,
how so ever I wish we all could find
   the gratifying bliss that is to persist.

A cutless mage
So weary of speech
The magicians basket
A tale to teach

For wanding and waving
The dreams of the dreary
The illusion of joy
A load he must carry

What spells, what tricks
Does his basket contain
A book of the difference
Between revere and disdain

For his shoes have been worn
And robe has no sleeves
The midnight mage
Lost his glow in the weave

Suspended in wind
The magician has forgotten
The blooming of Daisy's
Now litter his coffin

The townsmen share tales
As they laugh and they weep
Of the mage in the mask
Who never thought to speak

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There is a heaven in the low gardens—
A brighter way among those who will toil,
And deepest music wafts above and below,
The songs in bird are like the colours in flower,
In green alms of tendril arms so aimed to disarm,
Are petals of flag, wings wanding, reign of pollens,
Flowers loud, entreating as birds calm— release us
And always, beams of sun shower those with light,
Many who come are want to linger— everlasting,
The heart is there— on wing with soul learning.

There is a heaven in the low gardens—
A brighter way among those who will toil,
And deepest music wafts above and below,
The songs in bird are like the colours in flower,
In green alms of tendril arms so aimed to disarm,
Are petals of flag, wings wanding, reign of pollens,
Flowers loud, entreating as birds calm— release us
And always, beams of sun shower those with light,
Many who come are want to linger— everlasting,
The heart is there— on wing with soul learning.

There is a heaven in the low gardens—
A brighter way among those who will toil,
And deepest music wafts above and below,
The songs in bird are like the colours in flower,
In green alms of tendril arms so aimed to disarm,
Are petals of flag, wings wanding, reign of pollens,
Flowers loud, entreating as birds calm— release us
And always, beams of sun shower those with light,
Many who come are want to linger— everlasting,
The heart is there— on wing with soul learning.

I'll close my eyes,
I'll walk a mile,
I'll close my eyes,
I'll not be found.

It is true, and it is false,
And again later,
I won't find my voice.
I'll close my eyes,
To my Heart's rejoice.

I have not seen, neither
Do i want,
I want what is not nothing.
I bother not, i would close my arms,
For a long time.

Long, longer time.
Take your time.
I gazed a stare,
A gazeless stare.

I think I had seen,
A box, a lot of thoughts,
To be boxed.
To be thrown out, into,
What is pretty, much for this.
I seem to endure all of them,
I think I thought,
No it is not.
I walked a mile,
For what is not,
And it was to be sought.

The sound of flesh,
The song of flowers,
A pinch of sun,
The flow of fun.
O! Blissful blogs. Time wanding.
I am wanting, walking, building.

What?  Shut the door!

I closed again,
My eyes, my heart.
I walked a mile,
To set me apart.

Used to lived with new normal
Every decade is abnormal
Even before, SARS-CoV-2
Pandenmic seemed nothing new

What is normal in your life?
Constant changing day and night
Tomorrow is always a new day
Every one must adept to stay

Many yesterdays we have passed
Each yesterday, not the same for us in the past
Today and tomorrow will never be the same
Worry for the new normal shall be the shame

Why don't we neglect such the fact
Mind is wanding and focusing lack
Concentrate your nomadic mind
Pay deep attention every time