This is not the first time nor will it be the last...
that I've fell under the influence of passion.
The passion of a renewed wisdom.
The passion of a new life.
As I glance through the hallmarks of an ancient
people; I feel the need to explore
and enter into a commitment to share it's knowledge.
Just as the grass turns with the seasons...
and some leaves come and go...
so does the cycles of time.
With this spirituality that embellishes the
mental complexity of a nation...
comes the umbilical cord of originality and change.
What more can be said...
What more can be seen or saved.
How can things not be 'influenced'?