Transcendental Journey to My Soul

Amused, starring at the sky,
not wearing my second pair of eyes,
clouds blend like in a watercolor paint.
Refreshing calmness running through my veins.

Blurry, a painting of mixed shapes.
Trees extending their branches to wave.
Disconnected my lips smile,
diving into wonderland.

Felt like floating, while standing there.
Searching tranquility inside my soul.
Submerged into this mystical panorama,
almost touching my own karma.

Somehow, transported to my younger years,
when I spoke to "El Arbol de la India".
Transcendental experience bonding with nature.
Stored in my mind, forgotten adventures.

I was back in my island, age twenty.
My troubled head, with questions plenty.
Placed in a crossroads, fighting to decide,
what was to become of my destiny.

My thirsty soul, just wanted more,
But my heart just longed to stay.
So sad, confused, my thoughts in knots,
I ran to nature to clear my soul.

So that tree, "El Arbol de la India",
made its magic, took away my fears.
So I left, holding back my tears,
bittersweet; 1999 was the year.

So I left my island, Boriquen.
Homesickness was imminent.
Weeks passed, training for battle,
washing away some tangles.

I let myself get lost a bit,
that gentle dreamer part of me.
And today I'm digging deep,
hoping to find that side of me.

Looking at nature for inspiration.
Searching for clues, release all limitations.
I opened doors of my thoughts,
traces of my old self, back I got.