A lovely sunny day Out of the window lined by wood, painted white Marvelous guest house filled with mystery, personality style and history. I feel good One quiet morning A new day begins.
Even as I am all set to leave for Berkeley I am still not sure of how I feel about going I am grateful for a comfortable window seat on the exit row but feels an intense feeling of being homesick I haven't arrived Berkeley but I can't wait to go home.
Soft heavenly music flows through the night peaceful and calm spirit sparks with glorious delight unspeakable words pierce the heart opens up joy intense and pure beautiful soul evokes holiness slowly, softly declines but the warmth remains and the smile sustains.
How are you? I'm always glad to see you here with me. I can't remember how I first started to feel you. Somehow it just occurred to me one day that I'm feeling you inside me. And that's the exact word, exact name, Joy. Not happiness Not ecstasy Just joy.
Have you ever given this a thought? Who will mourn your death? Your better half? Your loved ones? Your friends? Sad to say... Life doesn't come to an end when you die The moment your breathing stops The clock ticks still The wind blows as usual The sun still shines Life continues Never stopping Never ending At the funeral Your closed friends cry Your family breaks down Temporarily grieving They wear black They visit your grave Your name may linger in their hearts But as they start to laugh again You became a memory The world continues Life moves on....