I am not of you nor of they, my heart is beyond of any state to speak
thousand and thousands, you may throw me at waste, for you can not touch my soul
The line is beyond of you to hear it, I am too forgetful for all you
Singing of love has created tumult among the wise, for I am too deaf
What more, of you may speak of me while the dust is my shell ?
my eyes are lowered, yet tears rolls; my speeches have gone quiet, yet my mouth is open
Is there a way out, o the knower ! I am sitting with my drunk heart, broken spirit
I was the bad one amongst the company of nobles, for I am too narrow to be noble
O, the knower, I wish neither to be noble nor intellectual, for I've seen the true of worldly faces
Make me not amongst them, any more nor make me see any of them
my heart lyrics a bonding for you, let me abandon the ways that lead to self-conceit and timidity
How can a fish see the marvels up there in a space? How a mouth can speak wonders of your love?
I am too small, my love; for your ways of love are higher than skies, deeper than an ocean's depth
Even the purest of soul can not narrate the feeling; It's beyond of any reasons
I wish for nothing, for no one; for I am too drunk in ways of seeing my own heart !

May the fourth I was born, I didn't open my eyes,
the doctors and my mother worried out of their minds.
I promised her in my heart even though,
I couldn't hear her, that I would open my eyes and heart for her.
They opened but then, my skin it turned to shreds.
I open my heart for you, please don’t leave me.
I love you my mummy so, so please don’t leave me.

I began to grow believing there was a man,
who would guide me through life until I die and welcome me home.
Then I saw that it wasn't truth, it was only belief,
a belief I was told to know.
I open my heart for you, please don’t leave me.
I swear I prayed to you, but you didn't listen.

I ran through the trees, the winds blew against my skin,
I swear to life and all the scientific feelings, that I was free.
I open my heart for you, please set me free,
let the world of curiosity and wonderful stars seep,
seep my life into purpose which I will see,
you may not believe, but I always will.
Believe.

The wonders of the sun,
The beauty of the moon,
The secret of the ancient forest,

Soul expand with admiration,
Worshiping the Creator,
Of the Heavens and the Earth.

Let me know when your at the sea ,
And we will hold hands together
When the waves try to get to you
I'll absorb them into my chest
While you protect yourself behind me .

Let our lips whisper underwater
The ripples our messengers
Take our stories to the other ends
Sweetheart there's a world beneath
Where the sun sleeps in the oceans' cradle

At sea there is a calmness I tell you
Where the haziness of the heart
Will flow away
When we leave our footprints on the sands
The sea carries them away
And frames them for the creatures to see
That yes !there are some stories written on her ***** forever to be

As a teenager she wondered what happened
where did the connection go?
why did it disappear the way it did.
just faded, without a cause or known reason
if the reason was known, would it be valid?
"mother? mother?"  she called,
hoping for a response.
but she never got one.
she always said "it's okay, she'll call back later."
but not knowing if she would.
Would she reach out to me in the future?
will the connection ever come back.
or is this what it will be.
Sometimes, i wonder.
and it can surely take over my mood.

We are living wonders.
Our bodies, our minds, our souls,
unfathomably intricate beyond all knowing.
The true essence our being,
a microcosm of unlimited possibility.

Living in wonder.
Behold the marvels of this vast universe.
Consumed by the mysterious unknown,
desperately we seek to understand it,
eagerly trying to grasp all that is.

Wondering why we live.
What purpose is there for our existence.
Many say this. Others say that.
All answers become more questions.
Forever we wonder.

We are living wonders,
Living in wonder,
Wondering why we live.

If Mankind perished:
Exterminated cataclysmically
Like the dragon dinosaurs,
How long would our cities stand?
How long before our cars rusted
And buildings toppled,
To leave the odd dam or pyramid
Poking through the tangled jungle mass?
A few hundred years they say.
Then nothing.
All gone.

Yet have such holocausts
Blighted Man before
Back through those swirling mists of time,
Thousands of years ago?
Great civilisations built by clever men and women,
Only to be dashed to the ground
By who knows what.
Atlantis and much more.
Advancement cruelly culled.

For Man,
Like the world,
Is much older than we thought
Or think.
Some say that aliens helped us build
Those ancient wonders.
Yet maybe we should cast away this
Self – effacing view:
Acknowledge that
We did it all
Ourselves.

Paul Butters