Helen Kitaro Biography

Frequent loiters to the past by the flickering mind
Carelessly losing up the pleasures present of blissfulness
A natural element of omission in our generic formation
That blinks us from seeing the treasures placed before our eyes
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A hidden secret hid beyond this smile
To keep you unaware
The heart that always beats for you
Somewhere in time
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Determined to discover the truth
For the fiine smooth thread
That would lead me into emptiness
A road to forget all these miseries
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Amused by the unexplained natural law
The capability of the voice that vibrated in the vacuum
I caught your presence surrounding me
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There is a season for everything
You are my season of everything
Being clinged by your image visually
Just to realise it's a crime
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