Rhythms

The bittersweet melodies of living,
Born from the rhythms of the heart-
A pulsating beat that keeps on moving;

The highs and lows of energy bursting
The rushed and the slowed parts-
Strong patterns of being and existing,

Is the air sweetly rejuvenating?
Or is it always a destructive force?
The threads of the soul keep twisting-


That which keeps on exhorting-
And expelling in all kind of retorts
The psychedelic aura, of all living

Follow the smiles and not the screams.
The manifestation of a force of giving-
Hold on, to the faith and hope of dreams.

J.Bibi