In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.
No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.
Every scent is the sun's scent.
I recreate myself; that is my only power.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
Possible is more a matter of attitude, a matter of decision, to choose among the impossible possibilities, when one sound opportunity becomes a possible solution.