Ocean without Shores

"Destiny is not designed by mere  mortals like us.  It is crafted  by God." -Rodrigo Duterte This world is a busy place. Many come, many go but life never stops. We are adapted to such a life. We don't know or maybe we don't want to know the main purpose of our existence. Were we sent to sit on the praying rug hunched or is there a different reason of our life? My words at the moment would be tough to understand because we don't know our purpose of existence yet and it's a secret how can we know it? But trust me, once in a lifetime, two roads open up to you and there you have to decide between the purpose of existence and means of existence. Now the question arises, how to know which road leads to the sole purpose of life? Simple: the place where the heart is and the place where the heart is, is the place where you're brought to tears. Our heart can never lead us astray as the God lives there. The heart is your temple and the key of its door hid

I wandered in the gardens of rose I roamed in the streets of whores I roved in the houses of bawds But no peace did I find everyone knows. I moved to the bars Intoxicant liquid jars Numb became the hours But alas, no peace did I find in the notorious dark. I tried to sleep And all night weep My heart used to bleed But no peace did I find, I retreat. My narcissism vanished And ego banished I was tornished But no peace did I find, instead, perished. It was the darkest age A war against myself I waged I accepted your rage My life began, peace I chased. My hands trembled My feet shuddered I entered your prison Yet my soul shivered No, I was wrong Your anger was not long Your love was a song I sang all along. Nothing fears me anymore The tavern becomes my mosque And the brothel, a temple The night becomes my church And my tears become pearls. I was lost Used to boast You changed me I attained peace when you became the host. Regards, Yashal Ja