Today is my day as my ancestor look down to me upon the stars up so high as they hope I will succeed. My grandpa�s turn of Taoist is over now as I become mature life of being a wise man have come as one shaman must over come all sprit of there ancestor. A few day is going to pass as the sun set foot over the hill as the moon say farewell over the hills I must being to plan my life that send me on my journey. Leaving the past behind I must walk out of the church the place I had always bow down to my home. Becoming a high priest of the world I will have to learn from poetry as I meditate to the sprit world practicing to master my external experience in my life like those who walked this path of life before me and myself.
Everyday I will listen to god�s melody like the wind of solitude that flies into my room as I read a poetry to my soul calming myself down so I won�t deceive myself once again in life as I seek not to fight in a rampage. Poetry told me to live my life a caterpillar that will transform tomorrow into a cocoon as one is going to be mature. Today is a sunset as to night is the end of the full moon one must live as he/she is going to die tomorrow. Now on name calling is an illusion to me like a line that fade away in a fog of the clouds. So fast I am going to be the next priest, Taoist, or teacher as I teach my people my information of life all I had to say is that poetry had taught me to speak with my external soul.
