journey of love

seed of love, where does it come from.
from the highest mountain? or from deepest ocean?
from the wisdom of a wise man? or from the mouth of a dumb?
no, it came from you and me.
inside our hearts, there is a tree of love.
sometime in some people it grows wild, in other it grows tiny.
the wild bares fruits like it never die, like the tree grow in the riverside.
the tiny one bares only one or two in times, small fruits.
but they live, deep inside our hearts.

in times the fruits will fall from its tree and spread their seeds to our hearts.
in time, the seed will try to find a heart to grow with.
when they find the right heart, it will grow inside.
hoping to born as a new pair of the tree of love where it came from.
if they not find the right one, they'll just die as nothing.
in some people, the tree of love will not die as long as the time.
in other they'll just die, giving up their hopes to find a place to grow.

if you cry… and you say: "i'm lonely without love".
try to look inside, deeper and deeper to the bottom of your heart.
can you see the colorful rainbow inside your heart, try to touch it.
it forms by the sunshine along with your fallen tears.
can you see the dew inside your heart, try to touch it.
it came from your fallen dry tears all night long.
can you see the little seed inside your heart, try to touch it.
pick it up, hold inside your palm and whisper to it: "thank you my love".
now you have a love holds inside your heart, grow it and let the journey begins.

the journey begins, to seek and to love!

* archieve from March 2002.