listen to the whisper in the air , in every moment when the air revolves around ,
Gently touching the leaves ,
As it carries the tales of centuries with it ,
Try to seek those tales of pain , joy and sorrow ,
in the manner of silence where feeling itself is a form to connect with single moment that is passing by,
it is when you suddenly gaze into the eyes of a soul ,
As if you can feel it all ,
the freewill ( feeling of intellect ) gifted to human kind alone ,
From trees to mountains ,
sun to moons ,
sand to the ocean
and from fire to the rain
everything is forced with a task to perform
except us humans , who has the freedom to feel and share moments , be it a day or night,
freedom to be together anytime and in any moment we desire ,
this freedom is the feeling of being alive ,
And if we choose to live in a selflish manner, suppressing each others freewill, than are we even alive to begin with,
if so , than what is a life without its purpose and celebration of existence ,
Life will become meaningless without the intent to connect through the essence of freewill itself,
To cherish life we must respect freewill at any cost.
Unconditional karma 