My spirit wanders at times when I'm alone I want to tune in into my quiet throne My thoughts start surfing the subject Yet my mind would like to contradict I wish to talk and touch about light. That flashes the dark to bright. Or talk about sacrifices and downfalls. Where my tears stream like a clear falls I love to talk about an immortal paradise. Where no more worries and obstacles arise Just to listen to the laughter of the angels. And dance with the sound of heavenly bells. I dream of talking about the mist of the ocean. The breezes that ceased and rushing beyond The sound of a blaring wind that drifts my skin And the whisper and smile of my heart that reign. I wish to talk about stars and the twilight. That blend my dreams to soar in a high flight. Joining with the birds singing on the top of the tree Dancing with bliss that flows like a raindrop

When you came to wander, my thoughts There's an enigmatic thrill it brought I saw you soaring the calm white cloud I heard you, uttering my name aloud Hearing my voice for just a moment Oozed you with so much excitement My smile flashed like sunshine. Completed your lovely day and bind As you held my hands, you gripped them so tight. You wished not to lost me from your sight. We forgot everything while we were together.  We heard nothing but only our hearts whisper. Your hug so tight has millions of meanings. Said nothing yet I got what you wished to tell Those were the greatness and power of its depth. Those were the gesture of love and its magic.

If you were a bee and I am a rose, I would let you in when the gray wind blows I would welcome you into my spirit so close.  I would hold my petals wide apart, I would let you in to find my heart, If I were a rose... If I am a bee and you were a rose, I'm sure you will never let me go when I come to you.  You will hold my love on your heart and let it grow.  You will close your leaves and keep me fast.  You will keep me until you breathe last.  If you were a rose...

I wonder where this joyfulness came at all I shiver with the passion of my soul I meditate.. simply bow and worship, so glad. I savor the richness and bounty of Your love.  Tears stream like the radiance of waterfalls so clear God, why You're so good to me and so dear Do I deserve it? It is relatively more than a success.  It couldn't be bought by the wealthy... I am so much pleased.  I hope it will be experienced and felt by anyone too. Could they be able to tackle what I've gone through? Would they trust not by themselves but only You? We are all gifted but would it lead our spirit to grow? I acknowledge my gifts were all fantastic. That includes the tears that cleanse so great.  Let's be grateful with tears to be with our journey. Since when we cry today, tomorrow will be a joyful day And now let me whisper into your ears.  Joy is waiting behind your painful tears.  Can you open your arms and let my spirit in? Will you welcome my soul? Can we be fr...

Words are indeed powerful. Superbly shine into a weak soul. Nice words stay in the heart. Remain in thoughts even you forgot.   Words are a lovely breath of one's spirit. If they are uttered softly behind the hatred Anger is not an excuse for speaking badly. Optimistic souls stick calm and glad.  Harsh words cursed no one else. But it is to one who uttered it. Never lighten pains nor a relief. Cause trigger the grievance it gave Painful words are just helpless. It requires wisdom to refresh. It needs love to lessen the anguish. It only worsens with hatred and envies Wise brethren, always watch your words. To be embraced with and not be oblivion. Nostalgic teaching forever to be worn. Words are power and not a spirit vexation.

Things prevail in their own way. Claiming yourself making dismay Pains to one shouting the false story Couldn't accept things is a tragedy.  When you are at your wildest despair Embarrassing is not a pain reliever. Not hurting a lot wiser Will make you feel more bitter.  The truthful approach embraces no hatred. It gives guilt to the one who faulted Jealousy is not a solution maker. Humbling one's self has its power.   No need to boast and no need to nag Cry if it makes you feel bad and sad. There is no such enemy in this world. Every red heart has its sparkling gold.