I wandered for years looking for certainty, looking for stability ...sometimes taking shelter under a weathering rock and sometimes playing with grassy terrains but I knew I was not destined to be stable.
As I flow on my course from steeps to grounds I was pampered and I was abused. Little did I know that my meaning is to flow!
Yet I attached myself with the places, with the people – the good and the fanciful; and scorned the abusive ones. Did I know that my meaning is to flow!
I made dreams with things that didn’t belong to me, with people that could not be in my flow...and wondered why I am still suffering, still longing for my liberation...forgotten totally that my meaning is to flow...to be one with my world and to love what I am and whatever becomes mine and where I take myself to! This uncertain flow of my life is my dream...
I shall end in a boundless sea for certain. It is to be seen how beautifully I live my dream...
