Movement

So the blog resumes in the United States. A bit more philosophical, or insightful, or basically more thought- and some fun. Here's a little poetry to sart the day.

My dear friend now we must part
unless you desire with all your heart
one hundred percent, yes, no other need
the fruit to taste of a long sown seed
Quick i must go where others be
who truth and pure love desire to see
gone is the day, when matter, they yearned
now come the time life's goal must be earned
If wish you not to use what you know
then i must leave mush seeds to sow
to people out there, whose lives lay waste
I've opted too long now i must make haste.
But friend you'll remain if you dismiss
desires of lust- surrender to bliss
for that's where we're we, originally
friend, linger there eternally!