18th September<\/p>\n
Higher and higher
Sublime and sweet the voice sings
Lifting and soaring<\/p>\n
We torture ourselves;
Mostly it is a habit.
A secure feeling.<\/p>\n
19th September<\/p>\n
The Ethic exists
At any given moment,
and the moments change.<\/p>\n
20th September<\/p>\n
Walk the path alone
Each man’s life, his own journey
Unlived life. Huge waste<\/p>\n
We must walk our path
It ends the same for us all
Why not be ourselves?<\/p>\n
Length’s not life’s measure.
Celebration of life is.
Make and leave behind.<\/p>\n
Chase the girl, win her
over. Who is the hunter?
And who is the prey?<\/p>\n
21st September<\/p>\n
We are not fragile.
Adversity does not kill.
It ripens. Allow it.<\/p>\n
A dog’s devotion;
So little asked in return.
Aren’t we unworthy?<\/p>\n
22nd September<\/p>\n
Shall I serve others?
Who does a pinprick affect?
I feel, so I am.<\/p>\n
All is fleeting,
What is there to hold onto?
Faith in my beauty.<\/p>\n
26th September<\/p>\n
Faith in abundance
Life inside and life outside.
To fuse with ourselves.<\/p>\n
28th September<\/p>\n
Gushing and alive
Recreating each moment.
I am the fountain.<\/p>\n
Soft Afternoon sun.
Stretching time; Life goes on
A squirrel chatters.<\/p>\n
The green of grasses
Murmuring waters sparkle.
The shadows of leaves.<\/p>\n
29th September<\/p>\n
The search for power
It takes us everywhere else.
When ’tis I who wields.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"