Then the freedom of the leaves and my freedom combined together, flying in the luxury sky; as the leaves had realized that as long as they depended on the protection granted by the world, they would have to become thorn-pricks of autumn.
After 9 years as the moon rises so does a question within me,
What is my relationship with me?
Only silence ! just nothing !
Then what is this 'I'?
* Love for being,
* Bow for creation,
* Relaxation for thoughts,
* Hug for emotion,
* Prayer for world
and,
* Smile for life.