the morning

The morning sun
Surrounds us
With its cosmic
Embrace

The Soulful
Morning smile
Is a treasure
Of the mind
And heart alike.

In the morning
The greatness of
The mind and
The goodness of
The heart are Inseparable.

In the morning
Our hearts dawn
With sweetness-
Dewdrops.

Each morning
Is the birth
Of a new
Opportunity.

In the morning
Heaven descends
In all its glory
To become
The rising sun.

The morning light
Feeds our hearts
And guides our lives.

In morning’s
Silence-delight,
The Supreme
Himself visits my
Heart-abode.

At the morning
Dawn, I hear the gentle whisper
Of my blessingful
inner guide.

the hoping of loving

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?

I think it is the hope of loving,

or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey

to find its source, and how the moon wept

without her lover’s

warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither

like fields if someone close

does not rain their

kindness

upon

us.

the lesson of life

Life is short

Break the rules

forgive quickly

kiss passionately, love truly

laugh constantly

And never stop smiling

no matter how strange life is

Life is not always the party we expected to be

but as long as we are here, we should smile and be grateful.