Don’t let the years just pass you by,
Muttering the words of everyone else,
Looking outside like a beggar
For validation, love or succour.
The cloak of borrowed identities
That has made you weary and boring.
It’s never about how much
Or how far or how best
Have you lived your life..
If you are in synch and flow,
It happens automatically and honestly.
If not, it will be only a chore.
Lack is not the way of the universe
Then why do you crib like a beggar here?
Give to others generously
Of your love, money and possessions.
Tower in humility
Bend like the swaying grass
To the winds of change.
You have ever been only vibration
You mistook yourself so long
To be a rightful owner of your body and mind.
When it’s done and over…
All that you need to be only