The Gift Of Life

The Gift of Life

A door is closed, within our conscience,
In place is a dialogue of total nonsense. 

The Vision

The Source

My poetry airs,

what's inside of my heart.

The interlect's there,
I allow it to pass.

It cannot be dictated,
it cannot be forced.
Don't underestimate,
the power of source.

I am

 



 I’m not a Krishna,
and I’m not a Sheikh,
but I’m not a drifter,
I’m simply unique.