May God bless me with the spirit of generosity,
I hear Him in the waves of the ocean and in the laughs of children playing,
Why must we talk of problems when all that matters are solutions,
I smile boldly and everything appears more beautiful.
At the end, everything will work out just fine.
Don't be a slave to time nor your own mind
You are free, so feel the rush of excitement that comes
Like you are a bird soaring through blue skies
Or like a leaf that desires the sun and rain
very poignant my friend. I really enjoyed the hope that came through on this, especially 'why must we talk of problems when only solutions matter'...so true. Be an optimist not a pessimist right?
Don't stop writing. This is an encouraging piece. I am looking forward to more.
slave to my own mind... thanks Mat, a refreshing and needed read for a Friday afternoon.... may your doses keep on coming One Peace at a Time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mat ship I realy enjoyed every line of your poem.keep it up