Fragrance Earth, our attention beholds.
Certainity is myth, while death is certain though;
Past fades, future is misty;
Journey ahead, is happening now.
Memories that I behold, are from the past for the future;
The actions we do today, are seeds of treasures of tomorrow!
The creator is illusive, trace any path, hidden are the treasures, all along;
Each moment, whether done or undone, is but a journey in action;
Like the birds that fly guided by their inner magnet;
Like the turtles that sail towards a distant fragrance;
We move on with light, seeking the trail of our inner light.
Seasoning bloom life & death, matures & withers;
There is a song for every season, and silence in every moment.
Oh, this is getting endless in awe and wonder as patterns to feel are infinite!
Let me pause, for the time that now that is, Happy new year 2022!
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