In all the basic four corners of my soul,
Just like the rain exploring the soil,
Digging deep with its drop of water,
To form underground ocean,
Just like the eagle soar high in the blue sky,
To search for pasture and pleasure,
Just like the wind blowing from the south,
To the North to calm the sun’s anger and Temper.
All these are just like carcass,
not enough if I decide to use it as a trail for destination.
Albiet, I stood high like a dagger,
on top of the king’s shoulder.
I saw nothing beautiful in these world except
God’s greatest craft of creativity which make me ponder.
Interrogating myself,
Are These things real?
God is a creator, why are some people birdbrian?
Why are some so preeminent among them?
I never seem I live in a body.
As I sail on from dry desert,to moisture land,
To great evergreens terrians,
Asking my self and God how he made me so well,
Then I realized, I had learn from world, from God, and from my experiences and dictums,
All in my brain,
I’m the Brian.
@Romeo
