Our souls travel together toward the realm of eternity.   We are soulbound, drifting the air that surround. Taking away the mystery, while time repairs our pains intensely.   Our hearts reverberate, wondering what destiny is waiting.   Yet our immortal souls embrace closely, contented and wavering.   No matter what lies ahead, we travel together in harmony, both longing, yes.   In this beautiful, eccentric and immortal journey,   I promise to be all yours throughout our way.

 Strike while the heart is burning, I am not here in this world for nothing.   I did not plan for mere profit or gain, nor for what the future might bring.  This is not my own perspective, but it is God's plan and vision, which is perfect.   It is my task, it is my mission, to surrender and salute to His vision. For I am used as an instrument to uplift many souls... it is His fulfillment.   People wonder at my bravery, but it is not just words I care to say. It must be done to inspire and bless, including my own heart craving for peace.   Strike while the heart is burning, for the Spirit within me is working. Flowing through me for others incredibly, giving myself the call of my duty.   I am just here, a passionate vessel, pouring words of wisdom and zeal.  I listen to my soul and its longing, for He sees the preciousness of what I am doing.

We can be a stone, a source of strength, solid, embodied, and strong. We glitter like gems, shining bright, reflecting His holy light.   If we forget ourselves and detach from this world, we might lose our way.   Yet we choose to be light, a shine to everyone's gloom, and remain precious in His sight.   We are the chosen race, called to embrace sacrifices and suffering. Because our tribulations will not be wasted; they will turn into something beautiful and gracious.   We believe in our spiritual home, where everyone is welcome. And we render ourselves, acting in alignment with His perfect will.   Yes, we are a living stone, firm and founded on Rock. No one can ever conquer us, for we belong to God. ~ME HelenSarita 

I am sleepy, yet I can feel my heart reverberating, Beating loud for the things I feel so deeply. It is akin to thunder drawn by the crying clouds, A powerful sound that the sky cannot hide.   I cannot conceal this kind of emotion, I need to promulgate it through the air of passion. Let it travel far, reaching hearts of confusion, Asking why this pain remains in my vision.   Why must I feel this while multitasking myself? Why does it remind me of the love I longed for? His touch, his love... even if it was not enough, Even if it was not the way I wanted to be loved.   But still... oh still... He feels the shout of my very heart. No matter what happens,  my soul is still so much in love with him.  ME

I'd like to let my soul slumber for a while, My body seeks the comfort of rest. I turn my thoughts away from noise and strife, Wishing my spirit to be tranquil and blessed.   May you understand the depth of my being, As it matures like a silent wind. It is a magic sedative that soaks my mind, Penetrating deep within.   The residue of chaos, the shadows of past, Sometimes made me feel so futile and abhor. Yet look! A wonderful art was born, Created from what I endured.   The remnants of ashes from my uncertain past now allow my soul to dream and trust, hoping and believing this peace will remain, and in God's grace, forever stay, not in vain.   I just love to be mindful with my compassion  My love intensely flows within my heart. I only want to flow in Your passion, And let Your love be my work of art.

When I am silent, it isn't pride, but love. If I distance myself, it isn't avoiding, but respect.   And so are you, as mute as I am, Our feelings are mutual ever since.   Love is always present between two of us, Yet we understand it will crush us.   If I talk to myself alone, In the middle of my missing moment, I flare my strength. I know it is meant.   I only close my eyes, Savoring the pain with a smile.   Though my tears stream in silence. Yes, we lost each other. Yet, we gain.   We became losers in the world of romance, But our triumph exalts as though tears were bitter.   If it happens, the time set us free. I will choose you and you again.   I am victorious. I am winning. So our souls are. ME