A Picnicker

Life's a picnic, I am a picnicker
Why do I behave I belong to here

Why the baggage of past do I carry
Why the newer things do I parry

Why do I worry of the future
And not the today that I nurture

Why do I tie myself to chains
When I know it will not make any gains

Why do I kill my heart
And seek solace in some art

Why can't I set my spirit free
And yet be silent as a tree

Why can't I just celebrate this picnic
And promise myself never to panic

Life's a picnic, I am a picnicker
Why do I behave I belong to here

Now it all makes sense

When I place myself beside the Universe
I get a feeling- how small I am
Yet I think- what people may think
Yet I pride my successes
Yet I moan my defeats
Yet I have my likes and dislikes
Yet I fear my death


It looks so silly
So unconsequential
Do I have any option
Other than living fearlessly
Other than living soulfully
Other than living carelessly


Now I find calm in my heart
Now I find joy in my heart
Now it all makes sense
Now it all makes sense

Beauty Around

The blue skies

The cool breezes

The blooming roses

The pearly waters

The free hearts

The dancing spirits

Wonder why all this is so beautiful

Wonder if this is fulfillment of life