Walking along with grace and ease, 

The Freedom of being on a quest. 

The soul travels far and wide 

With no fear of distress.

I am close to Nature and

Transcend the logic of what used to be.

 I am free and happy. 

In a world of my mind mystery.

The creative impulse, a strategy of dream, 

Patterns of desires, so varied and abstruse. 

The quest of the truth , to seek true comfort.

 In a whisper of silence and in a hint of the time.

Futures hide and play,

 As the music passes away. 

But the debt can be wiped clean,

 With an elegant care and loving presence unseen.