White empty page
As my mind races
Is so much to say...
Yet all seems a repetition
Of thousand feelings....
Blowing eternally
Thru the universe.
While individually,
We keep it closed
As unique experiences.
Unbeautiful and beautiful,
Grief, anguish, elation,
Sinking in despair
In dusky loneliness....
Or passionately loving,
Dancing freely
Our arms reaching heaven.
All was felt before us,
All shall be felt after us.
We are one.
