Within the tiny speck of a force-dependent world,
One life which is a million too small,
Valued by the power of many oxygen atoms,
All riding on the resonating sound of a breathing flute,
A furious odour dancing recklessly around two huge hairy caves,
Amused by the resilience of a gentle heart intimidated by shameless beauty,
Its crowdy imaginations zig-zagging to the tune of fear,
While hungry pigeons don't care to twirl towards creamy ice,
Wondering why two energies sat side by side,
A bell singing, a castle on guard, yet the universe is aware,
That there's glamour in the eternal harmony of selfless love,
Whose melody makes sense to none but all,
Eyes flashing, hearts discussing, words colliding,
The end from the beginning is no one's concern,
The moment is the priority… living now than the past or future,
Still, all prisoners of silent time who chuckle at our pride of comfort,
Nothing new to the constellations, same old story:
Everyone, everything, is but one little mystery travelling into history.
~shua~
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