Tuesday, November 10, 2009

My Conversation with a flower...

A silent flower in a spring morning,
an impeccable beauty is concentrating,
you are born to spread your essence,
learn how, from me, is what it's saying;

I have no goal, not any ambition,
just to blossom's the only aspiration,
neither i remember past to repent upon,
nor the future to keep my heart beats on;

One can pluck me anytime while other can graze,
i live in uncertainty that every time i face,
even then i make no plan and no strategy,
whose worry always keep you engage;

The exuberant beauty of the nature's a treasure so plenty,
your dead stones of gold look so paltry,
try to recognize this ocean of beauty,
refusing this wealth's your puerility;

Live in the present, accompany your own,
life's with you why to always mourn,
open your heart window and listen to my song,
experience this enlightenment as if you're reborn.


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