The guide within,
The soil under my feet.
The trees whisper as Shiva speaks,
Words of silence behind the flowery gate.
Eight petals in one flower,
One flower and eight petals.
Eight minds in one heart,
One love.
The flower of life is where energy transforms nothingness into pearls.
A jewel is each breath,
Ecstasy in surrender.
A kiss from infinity in a second.
Each passing moment a gift.
Eternal are the blue birds who fly.
Fly away and do not return to this domain of darkness and light.
Fly until your wings fade away,
Until there is no longer night or day.
Weightless the feathers will fall.
Free falling into the hands of serenity where the nameless gods await.
Do not be afraid,
Go where the wind blows.
A river of tears will take away the loneliness of an everlasting day.
We are children in this game.
This world is not a battlefield.
Allow the inner child to come out and play.
Growing up we forget the quintessence of a smile,
The value of dancing without an audience or the noise of an applause.
Amnesia runs through our minds as rats run through a maze.
We cannot see beneath the water.
Our hearts are drowning.
But while the inner child is alive there is hope.
Never give up.
