You bestowed the gift of memory upon me, and they now proudly adorn my soul as a timeless treasure. If you have any more such gifts, don't keep them to yourself; I'd love to wrap them around my soul and illuminate you as well.
I stood there with my wings outstretched, ready to soar into the sky of dreams with you, but I failed to notice that my feet were firmly stuck in the muck of attachment.
The wind is blowing hard today. The straggling clouds have come together to cover the sky, leaving an imposing gloom in their wake. Fear shakes people's lives. They are unaware that nature simply pours—it doesn't wail.
As I travelled over the badly rutted road of my memories, I encountered my foes, who had been weakened by my absence and were hoping to catch a glimpse of me in order to resume their role.
Fight, struggle, or plot, but remain with the lot. We are the ingredients of life with a unique flair. When we blend well, we make life a beautiful piece of art.