Looking Through the Window of My Life

LOOKING THROUGH THE WINDOW OF MY LIFE

I look through the window of my life,

A feeling of one eternal moment,

Wipes away any notion of time.

My life has been gifted,

For I am able to see the value,

Not the treasure,

For the wealth in my heart,

Is the presence of experience,

I have explored and tested,

Questioned and invested my time,

Lying back on the grass of sweet memories.

I have spoken much of truth,

My words return home,

For my home is without a roof,

I see my life in the stars,

A universal quest,

A southern cross road,

Requesting I choose a direction,

At each turn.

I have been uneducated,

I have degrees,

I have worked in servitude,

I have a profession,

I have lived in poverty,

My happiness eclipsed by misfortune,

I’ve had moments of wealth,

Of good health,

Of great love.

In peace bringing messages,

Like a dove,

My life is magic,

It is bad luck,

It is all the things,

From below and above.

For I am testing the universal question,

Of who I am.