Lying on the couch in the brink of my life,

as I brushed my dainty memory

opened up an unceasing journey:

Like a wild river gushing down the mountains

brimming with joy in divine spirits;

across the canyons and plains

leaving behind an overwhelming abundance

with questions of origin and of destiny,

unafraid and adventurous,

relinquishing the bitterness poured in;

Travelled resolute with no desire to repose

toiling for spontaneity between time and space

harnessing power from the clouds of bliss;

as a struggling soul to embrace wholesomeness

resurrecting from the dreadful droughts

continued the journey with wholehearted enjoyment

until the Revelation came upon.

My eyes rolled back with a smile on my lips

as the lordly stream kissed the ocean.

“Life is always beautiful & blissful.”