Time With Self
Silence is burried, closure is hurried,
Pigments of design are tiny, yet mighty.
Woven in the threads of time,
Choices are a seam bound to break sometime,
Witness the inevitable force of life,
Digest the qualms and quirks of society,
Experience beauty beyond doubt and measure,
Sit right, feel bright and don't fight,
Love, love, fail and love,
till the soul is full of love, and the body is lifeless?
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Ask Yourself
Ask yourself, ask, have your palms touched enough sand & dirt to be alive, ask, if your eyes have truly seen moments that made you forget capturing…
So Few
There are many things divine, some of them simple as sunshine, ocean a place so ecstatic and blue, yet skimming and diving in it, so few!
That Which Is Old
When you are done with this gripping hold, if you ever want to find that which is old, just take the time to gently unfold…