I’m a spirit walker,
An entity with access to all the secrets of the universe,
The boundaries I break to open the heart’s deepest locker,
Is a measure now, of the letter filled verse.
Where have those times gone when words mattered.
Every dramatic line, from the romantic trust to the vengeful betrayals,
Every poetic dream, now it all just seems shattered.
Lost are the sounds of musicals and those sonnets, ballads and the brave tales.
A sin was once committed by the gods. It made the heavens weep and give birth to rain…
The lighting that strikes is the god’s rage, and every time it does the clouds roar with courage…
Paths of people collide as you walk along life, a forest so dense.
What I see through my eyes is that there is no such thing as a coincidence.
The sun of the day and the water conspired against the moon,
They made a few clouds and kept them ready for June,
Upon it’s arrival they made it rain that night, and called this conspiracy “the monsoon”
“We are formed and molded by our thoughts. Those whose minds are shaped by selfless thoughts give joy when they speak or act.”
“The Buddhas do but tell the way; it is for you to swelter at the task.”
“A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker.”
“You cannot travel on the path until you become the path itself” -Buddha
“Even death is not to be feared by the one who has lived wisely” -Buddha