My life is
a miracle waiting to happen,
a lark singing in the dawn,
a peacock ushering the rain,
a pleasure that follows the pain,
a lotus about to blossom,
a seed pushing earth’s bosom.
For I have now known
that I have nothing to do,
only to be what I choose to be,
and hear the voice of my heart,
and sing my soul’s tune without a doubt.
I’m beginning to believe,
that I’m the creator of my destiny.
To the universe, hence I declare my intention,
and dare life not to let me live my passion.
