Oh! Those yesteryears where did they go?
Was it bad; was it good; was it full of strife?
Those yesteryear where did they go?
The children came along, now no time for each other.
Lost years where did they go?
The kids, they have all grown up at last.
And you wonder would you do it all again.
Rocking in your timeless chair and whispering ... "Yes".
More so, I would perhaps of not of been here ... maybe even lost somewhere else in another dream.
And that it only the illusion of fear I fear.
Perhaps the Purpose is to express one's beauty on a spiritual level at all times giving and doing with Love ... To be selfless like the Rose giving yourself without return ... And to leave a scent and the vision of your beauty in the memory of someone, somewhere.
This will be the making of a beautiful world ... your contribution to creation.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thornGrows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
funny how it can stand in the corner just waiting for you to take it a walk.
He will always take you for a walk.
But do you always go?
No longer will tender sentiments and nostalgia rule my life, shackling and seizing my illusions like grieving trophies.
But I shall increase my vision and express the Beauty upon all I meet.
We are one and this is our true loving desire.
The Greatest Artist shares His canvas with you.