Fingers weaving

tapestry unending

simple meditation

turning, shaping and bending

 

look at the potter's wheel

seeing myself over time

every moment I discover

God made me in perfect tune and rhyme

 

turning, shaping and bending

a creation God develops and refines

while walking a path unending

yet I'm confined with time 

 

 

 

Yesterday, I was a Muslim
Today I was a Jew
Tomorrow I’ll be a Christian
and I’ll see more of you

they tell me I’m a butterfly
some tell me I’m confused
everything means nothing
I’m something ‘cause I love you

every step I take to see your face
I realize there is none like me
You reach us in many shapes and forms
we call this individuality
           

Without a notebook

just like a child

just finished all my candy

sugar high!

parents tell me: sit!

I wanna fly

going crazy

me, myself and my busy mind!! 

The worldrests unwritten

the pen is in my hand

the paper is white

just like my mind

while sifting colors like sand

In my hand there is a dream

unsure of where to start

everything I want to see

where will my heart take me?

while writing, answers come from my heart...