…So Breathe

Cultivation of hope,
Fights its way through the soil;
With all the tenacity,
Learns to stand still
And continue to blossom
As long as the sun.
In sweet adolescence,
Dances with the wind
And sings. No song.
But, to inspire the world
And bestow upon thee,
A bud, a flower, a fruit,
A shelter, a home,
And air
For you to breathe –
Is all it longs…

Overwhelming affair

Perplexed I am. Constantly. Eternally.
Absurd obsessions profoundly grounded.
Mystic is this star dancing around. Mystic is this world.
Only if you look closely, you’ll see.
Take my eyes, take my mind.
Comprehensible enigma toys me throughout,
Incessant thoughts turn into crazy dreams,
Seeking unobvious answers;
Willing to solve the missing elusiveness;
Willing to elucidate the prevalent ignorance,
Blinded by orthodoxy, blinded by lack of imagination.
Futile venture you may call,
Trivial you may call.
Trivial I am.