No matter how desperate you try to improvise, sometimes you do end up disappointed. But you got to sink in the river of disappointed, and thats not the end. If you revive your passions and they still set ablaze. Know that you are triumph. Anyway I think I need to stop being persistent to make things work. For a change I am going to sit back and see.
My Nani is here. Tonight I’ll sleep with her and hug her tight on manji underneath the sky just like old days.
Master Passion Greed 
Finding flow.. current.. stream.. wave.. rain..
pouring as Monsoon.. in ocean blues..
bring lighting floods of Love in eyes
that dream like water.. Oh tears..
Monsoon floods reign too above
below Seagull’s wings fly high
low as flow in all of this
as they know now..
is no
desert
fear
of soul..
Monsoon
tears soar as Love..:)
This melts my heart. I feel touched by the beauty here. Thanks. God bless you.
As always you are welcome and it is simply in response to the beauty I find in your words here friend that are an expression of your soul.. God bless you always too with melting heArt tears and smiles of course..:)