until the pen runs out

The sun shows itself everyday

And we tend to meek at its existence

Time is in constant goodbye for now until the next

We flutter on meager mind melts and take our passion out with the cat

Having faith it may come back but in the back of our lobes with lust we wonder on its return

What’s the point?

As I give a hardy ”HA” to this pointless wonder

Why ask when you know the answer


Go

Be

Do

Have

Become

Love

Until you dry up

Until the pen runs out of blood of earth


Go

Be

Do

Have

Become

Love


Be everyone

As you leave return to life



GO as a stranger come back as a friend

as Bruju is back speaking 30% of Maori

He always tries to learn the basic greetings when he visits a place



What’s the greeting of the heart?



Be calm

Do this calmness

Have your existence

Become what you already are

Love until your pen runs out



Then be