The rhythm
December 17th, 2010
With each beat, I paint moments,
A time when sun will rise
With full pride, brighten up the sky.
With each beat mist will subside.
My flute will design wings
to pick you up;
Dear drop! To take you
to your holy journey.
Pick your heart up,
prepare to leave with me;
I guide you, towards an unseen sea.
A route filled with birds & warmth,
brothers from rivers & falls.
awaiting to mix with our song.
Even clouds are designed,
For you to rest & feel.
Look at these painted adventures.
The rocks to meet
Fishes awaiting a kiss
And turtles needing your touch.
O drop! Leave sorrow behind,
The pond was built for this day,
And so was me.
Free our souls!
Listen to my call, rise
We all call, O beloved!
Waits, the moment called life.
