Inner Child

Sitting here in silence,
He takes me for a melodious ride,
Coveted to be a part of the song,
Songs that I pen down now...

So pure and so vibrant,
You may see him as well,
Bashful seeking your notice,
He is my inner child,
So pure and vibrant my child...

Energizing himself he might jump,
Scintillating in the depths
of notes of the song,
Twisting and curling he laughs,
Laugh that fills my joyous soul...

Never losing track of the ground,

He knows no limits around,

Unlearned of any higher state,

But solely the master of love....

Sitting here, still I am,

He absorbs himself in the song of silence,

He is pure, vibrant, of a witful zeal,

He is my inner child

He fulfills me...