The gift of heaven

I wish I could blow the white clouds towards you
I wish you could see what I see, smell what I smell, feel what I feel
The breeze
The scent of lilac and jasmine
I wish you could see the soaring eagle, high when it passed by
Or smile at the friendly play between bird-mates and bickering white butterflies
Wish you could trace the path of an airplane with your finger
Close your eyes at the sound of the hustling wind and the sight of falling leaves
I wish I could bring the heavens to you at your doorstep
I wish we could immerse in this beauty, side by side
And never go elsewhere

My meaning of life

Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees
Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above
I don’t care.
This is my meaning of life.

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Lucky birds

Another year, and the birds are still riding the river on a floating sheet of ice. How awesome it must be to be them; enjoying the fresh outdoors while hanging out as a group with fellow flocks-mates.
Just travelling on a mission together, sitting and checking out the cool scenery together, flying about and getting business done together…

Having a purpose in life.

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(These birds a year ago:
https://samasyatapasya.wordpress.com/2016/01/14/just-when-i-thought-my-life-sucked/)